I do it for the people that I love
There ain't many
2 Glocks in the whip
When I ride through the city
Get it? Twinsies
I've been drinking henny, all night
Wake up, thank god
Then I went to look over
And a bad bitch in the bed with me
She ain't got a shirt on
So I'm staring at her titties
Reminiscing about her dripping all night

If I pull up to the function
I ain't sober
Get the fuck out my face
I don't know ya
Double head
But I know I got Jehovah
Cross on my neck
Like I'm a Holy Roller
All this pain in my life
But I won't fold
Applying Pressure
Yea shout outs to J. Cole
Punching the clock
Can I make a hundred Mill?
Cause I started with nothing
But a dollar and some hope

Close, to dropping some hits
Cause I'm tired of hearing
Motherfuckers cap
By shit, they ain't done in their life
That I done in my life
But you put it in your rap
WACK
I'm really popping these pills
I'm really living so fast
I really say how I feel
My heart getting spilled
Don't need a pen or a pad
I really been backed down
Ain't nothing to brag bout
But I ain't never kiss no ass
I ain't never sold my soul
I own the fast route
Cause that's how you crash
PLOW

I went and took the back roads
Put a blunt in my mouth
My girl by my side
Cause she hold it down
I don't have time for no hoes
Or no clout, why?
Cause I got a life
That's something the most of y'all
Don't know about
I'm on my king shit
Hold my crown
Talk all that weak shit
When I'm not around
I couldn't give a fuck
Nope
Not one ounce
As I roll that up
And I smoke that loud
Then I got drunk
Then I pulled up
And I hopped out

If I pull up to the function
I ain't sober
Get the fuck out my face
I don't know ya
Double head
But I know I got Jehovah
Cross on my neck
Like I'm a Holy Roller
All this pain in my life
But I won't fold
Applying Pressure
Yea shout outs to J. Cole
Punching the clock
Can I make a hundred Mill?
Cause I started with nothing
But a dollar and some hope

Close, to giving up
No, that's what you hope
Pour it up, toast
If I wasn't suppose
To make it this far
But what do you know?
Fuck what you thought
Cause what do you know
What do you know?
NOTHING
So you can't tell me nothing
Said you had my back?
Boy you was fronting
Got a couple racks
Stuffed in the cushion
Just incase I say "fuck it"
Go AWOL
Stop bugging
Grab the money and the drugs
And take off
Nah that ain't finna happen
You would love it
I'm here until I think
I'm posed in the mud
And my bro's crumble

Underneath the ground y'all walk
Bitch why you talking in the car
While my music on
Who said you were allowed to talk?
Keep my cock in your jaw
Keep on jocking my style
Serial killer with my smile
If you rocking with me
Then keep rocking with me right now