作词 : Jo-Vaughn Virginie/Marlon Fung/Erick Elliott

作曲 : Jo-Vaughn Virginie/Powers Pleasant/Marlon Fung/Erick Elliott

Yeah

Uh, huh

Ain't know my mind

Nigga life end if he starting with m

My niggas still going hard in these street

Triple six nigga, the mark of the beas

I unlocked my potential, I’m feeling unleashed (Sheesh)

I put that nigga on a leash (Leash

Hit 'em all 'til they deceased (Deceased)

No let mercy on my enemy (Enemy)

Know I make it by any means (By any means)

Know I won’t fall I ain't coppin' no cleats (Cleats)

Pull my dick out and she drop on her knees (Knees

Power P, he goin' dumb on the beat (Beat)

I do not know who they want me to be

All of my chains and I'm feeling so free

I tried to tell 'em, I've been an OG (Yeah, yeah)

Tell me what they really know about me

I don't think they really know anything

Now you done ****ed up, you woke up the beas

Everywhere I go, we force Bentley’s

We gon’ run down and they forced to retreat (Yeah)

Every last one of my niggas gon' ea

She tryna ****, make her knock her knees

Can’t hear you talk, I speak Guap-anese

Rapping to work, I'ma cop a key

Smoke out the V, tryna dodge police

Nigga been stuck in his way

Bill Belichick, how I'm calling out plays

Causing a wreck, hope I don't catch a case

Watch how you step or my niggas will spra

G-Macking, keep the heater packing (Huh?)

C-statik, keep the reach slumming (Uh, huh)

Squeeze-matic, see a team napping (Uh, huh)

Wreak havoc, none of my niggas capping, that’s a fac

Nigga been lit, I've been knocking out hoe

Rolling this zip, I'ma blow me a zone

Toolie is playing, you got to go

Don't **** with niggas, just leave me alon

All of my chains and I'm feeling so free

I tried to tell 'em, I've been an OG (Yeah, yeah)

Tell me what they really know about me

I don't think they really know anything (Woo, woo)

Now you done ****ed up, you woke up the beas

Everywhere I go, we force Bentley's

We gon' run down and they forced to retreat (Yeah)

Every last one of my niggas gon' ea

I'ma need more than a twenty at least

Grew from the slums, now we repping the Beast (Woo)

She got the cake, so I'm taking a piece

Made no mistake, I can play but not preach

Woke up a G, I put teams in the gang

Blessing the Karma, to build up my name

Blood on the rival, enduring the pain

All white huaraches in Europe, they train us

Too many rappers and not enough painters

Frida or Dali , my palette like monet

No one can stop me, I'm too stubborn to her

Only get down when I'm stuck in the groove

Wipe myself down and I'm busting a move

Gold is evident, ice on the tooth

In the meantime, I got nothing to prove

Ridin a hoopty with nothing to lose (Errt, Errt)

Lose (Errt, Errt)

Lose (Errt, Errt)

Lose (Errt, Errt)