I'm already convicted my whole life has been turned around. I lost every job. I lost everything every opportunity
I can't get can't get by cars can't get rent can't get none of that
But I'm still a survivor, you know, I'm still coming to court still smiling still starting autographs
But soon I'm gonna go crazy, you know, I'm saying and it's up to the world, you know, America eats its babies
We I'm no matter what y'all think about me. I'm still your child. You know, I'm saying you can't just turn me off like
That's all these bitches screaming that to pop back all eyes on me better bitching me rolling
brand new rims, but them bitches are stolen, stranded on their road, bring the heaven my baby, but I'm stacking my paper. I need a brand new Mercedes. They streaming to pop back, to pop back. That's all these bitches streaming that to pop back.
To pop back. I'm too glock strapped, rolling down in Philly. It's the new Iraq. Soon as I hit the hood, they screaming who got what? It's the recession on the work. I'm screaming who got crack. I'm sipping in the sea, riding on my motherfucking enemies.
Sliding in the back, I'm screaming MMG. 10 bitches in a dime, so it's Tennessee. Hail Mary, put my wrists on froze, presidential is gold. Nigga play with my money, my Judah's livin' this soul. Lord, it kicked like a soccer. Bullets hitting the goal. Bitch, I'm like John Wall, cause I just give them a gold.
Plottin' on this new seven, I could bitchin' me rollin'. Pockets look like they prayin' for cousin bitches to swallow it. Got a clip I can loan. All these bitches can hold them. Look at them motherfuckin' wheels. Them bitches are stolen, they screamin'.
To pop back. To pop back. That's all these bitches screamin' at. To pop back. All eyes on me, better bitchin' me rollin'. Tryin' brand new rims, but them bitches are stolen. Trendin' on death row. Bring the heaven, my baby. But I'm stackin' my paper. I need a brand new Mercedes. They screamin'. To pop back. To pop back. That's all these bitches screamin' at. To pop back.
To pop back. Mami is soldier. Soldier. Daddy is dead again. Nigga that did it and we gon' carry his head. Fuckin' 911. Tell him have him a bed. I'm talkin' death row breakfast. Tell him have me a chin. Let it burn.
I'm screamin' free, my nigga, huh. Needs you with no hesitation. We can't even get a turd. Got my McAvelli CD in. I listened and I learned. Grabbed my Mac up off the dresser. My OG said hold it firm. I'm dreamin', spittin' with pop. Pop and ciphers with big. Try to send me a state. With the life as a bid. Had me scraping my wax. Sleepin' my knife in the bed. They got a nigga on point. Like it's the price of my head. I'm goin' max. Got me knockin' suckers on their backs.
In these styles. Raisin' hell. Tryin' to get back to the track. But don't never get it twisted. It's me mill we spittin' fat. But somebody said they seen it and they mean it. So they started screamin'.
To pop back. To pop back. That's all these bitches screamin' at. To pop back. All eyes on me. Better bitchin' me rollin'. Bride brand new rims. But them bitches are stolen. Stranding on death row.
Bring the heaven my baby. But I'm stackin' my paper. I need a brand new Mercedes. They streamin'. To pop back. To pop back. That's all these bitches screamin' at. To pop back.
