Intro

You supposed to snap, I know the game, the coach is back You slow with packs, and you ain't never grow in traps With dough and smacks, I plead the fifth Goldman Sacks Bows and tax tryna turn O's to racks You old and wack, still tryna blow in rap from the stove Straight on the road, get it sold for stacks Never fold, til my body cold, and my soul relaxed When I go, buried in gold, like the oldest blacks Boy cold, lord knows, I don't roll with rats Ten toes, I don't wanna see the bros collapse Heard he told, that's the only time he told the facts Sold his soul, y'all niggas clowns without the nose attached My spot solidified, you kiddin' I got your bitch throwin' me the clitori But men a lie, nobody really cares about the sinner's cry But still I try, try not to contribute to the genocide but niggas die Visits with my man, he told me never give up With a razor in his mouth, and contraband in his butt Told me long as they shippin' it, he gon' keep flippin' it Then it's right back to his cell, that's where he sharpen his instrument No wins, just losses, nigga, how can you tell I heard the nigga took a dub, it's Co-D, caught a L You can tell by the smell, this is somethin' different I really started in the trap, the mic was in the kitchen But I ain't get so lucky, still the shit, I tell a bitch, don't touch me Four-four, turn a bulldog puppy Forty God, I think the Lord might trust me Why's that Cause they ain't even hittin' the niggas they tryna clap So I defend, get a hammer, why pretend I ain't dwellin' on the damage I was in I was tryna get a win Coupe died? I ain't think I'd smile again Millie died, I gave up, let's try again uh