[00:17.89] My corner so polluted, young niggas looting [00:20.29] I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student [00:24.25] Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming home [00:27.25] I kept the candle lit, my nigga never rowed [00:30.10] Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag [00:33.65] Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack [00:36.81] It's death row, conspiracy theories [00:40.20] Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury [00:43.55] Get some money now, you hated by your own kind [00:46.83] The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline [00:50.83] GABOS, game ain't based on sympathy [00:52.95] So he put a hit on his cousin in 18th [00:57.29] A sweet potato pie, oh me, oh my [00:59.14] Showing no remorse watching the others cry [01:02.39] Heroin sales, detectives'll sell [01:05.25] A lot of yellow tape, where that Obama care? [01:09.05] This the mob, bitch, silk underwear [01:12.29] Yeezy concerts, Kim Instagrams [01:15.80] Niggas hating, though they studied my moves [01:18.95] I'm like Farrakhan, in view of hundreds of Jews [01:21.95] Two attempts on my life, they threatened venues [01:24.31] Can't you see what I am? The hustle continue [01:28.03] I bought more jewels, I ordered the Wraith [01:32.06] I got a new style of shoes, match the watch in the face [01:35.36] Bill Belichick, coaching and calling the shots [01:38.26] Throw a yellow flag, pussy nigga body drops [01:41.40] Then we celebrate, black bottles pop [01:45.26] Time to elevate, we re-open shop [01:47.60] Wale a genius, Meek Mill a superstar [01:51.19] My new crib in Phoenix, ten car garage [01:54.67] Petite felite, platinum Audemars [01:58.39] Ain't no tags needed, nigga, I own them cars [02:01.67] I know them bitches, we met them broads [02:04.82] Never loved one, fucked them all [02:06.92] I'm a fucking dog, Ricky fucking Ross [02:11.57] Nigga Birkin bags just for my runner-ups [02:14.26] But my main bitch she get the main dish [02:17.74] Not the old range, that was a lame bitch [02:21.27] Brazilian weave, she say I came quick [02:23.92] I let her see a hundred ki's, a different St. Nick [02:27.46] Moving bricks like it's Black Friday [02:30.39] She gotta fuck me or call me a fat crybaby [02:33.07] Looking over my shoulder, I can't trust a soul [02:36.75] Bought a spot in Anguilla just for me and my ho [02:40.23] Glock .40, even when I shower [02:43.25] Chrome .22 in my swimming towel [02:46.70] Mob ties and I pray the music set me free [02:49.99] May the powers that be [?] let me be [02:52.65] We around when the sun goes down [02:56.19] And the real, real killers they mourn for ya [03:01.13] This time it'll be a bloodshed [03:08.19] One month, one day it's gonna be a bloodshed [03:13.22] Bop, gunshot in the head [03:18.06] Payback is a motherfucker [03:21.55] Yes, I feel it when I squeeze the trigger [03:25.37] I feel the air when my enemies die [03:28.52] I feel the strength of them killer [03:31.95] What is will be [03:34.53] Only God and them can kill me [03:38.32] Cause these fucking streets filthy [03:40.75] And I ain't fucking guilty [03:43.10]