I had to change the things I do
I had to humble myself for the better
I had to go and get some cheddar, I had to change the way I move
I can't keep shooting at niggas with berettas
I need to upgrade to a Uzi (hold on)
I was doin' time, that time was never doing me
I kept it, solid like a rock until them crackers let me free
They lemme out the cage
Feel like a dog I'm off the leash, but I feel like a slave
Feel like they tried to hang me from a tree
Incarceration tried to ruin my career
Institution made my hoes disappear
But neither made me shed a tear
I'm stronger and wiser and better, like Marvin Sapp
I gotta thank God for this music 'cause I'd be in the trap
I'd probably be on the block with two glocks
I live that thug life sometime I feel like 2Pac I'm juiced up
Tryna get Paid in Full like Mitch
I can't go out like Ace, I gotta hollow tip for Rico to kiss
Altercation on the compound, they took me to the box
What it ain't beef no more
'Cause we in jail and you ain't got ya glock
Dough boy riding shotgun with a shotgun ready to ride
Lil Trigga in at back seat with that murder in his eyes
They say them hoes on me
That got my ol' lady tripping
That chopper just like a infant baby
It get to kicking when I shoot
You ain't never shot a chopper out the coop
Baby all my niggas dogs so why not drop the roof
I had to take a step back
For me to visualize my future
I don't want my ex back
My new bitch is way more cuter
I separate my real brothers, from fake friends
I wanted to chill with my big brother but he in the pin
And he caught 9 to the door I was with squeeze on the 4
I cried tears when I seen Spiff up dead on the floor
They say it's murder time so lemme grab my dirty 9
2Kannon he in the cut with a 30 it's curry time wet them up
Get one of my project hoes to set them up
I got the game in the choke hold and I don't plan on letting up
(Look hold on)
And I don't plan on letting up
I got the game in the choke hold and I don't plan on letting up
C-O hoes on my dick I had blues on
Icey hot boy so I fucked her with my jewels on
Book me on the next flight, we going to Atlanta
Look I'm really bout that action without the lights and the camera
I had to double up we double let me get my sack right
I said I'm coming home now they wanna act right
They cutting niggas off they tryna get that cat tight
We strapped up wit them dicks like a click of fat dikes
My bitch just brought a dress from Delmar
And I just got a cougar bitch to switch my rental car (look)
We had a show hit Daytona for the 4
We had them choppers in the car
So we parked by the door (chopper zone nigga)
I got 3 stripper hoes wanna cup
A molly in the bottle all 3 wanna fuck
And we got nick's for the 4
And dimes for 8
And 8ths for the 20, 1800 for a plate (huh, gone)
I came from canamana granny block
Now we on the road doing shows for the Guap (look)
Now we on the road fucking hoes by flock
I had to eyeball zip 'cause 2Kannon broke the clock (fuck)
Posted in the hood with them poles out
Instagram gangster, he the one gone bring troll out (look, look)
I'm about type to hit her and dismiss her
You the type to talk about her nigga just to hit her it's a difference
I like that pussy pink just like a pickle egg
When I get them birds flood my city with them chicken eggs (yeah)
I don't really think them niggas get it
Them fuck niggas broke they can't even pay attention gone