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[Intro]
Huh, yeah, how it go
Huh, yeah, uh, let's go
This shit off the top, man
Yeah, like every other track (Hey, CR)
Yeah, yeah, hah

[Verse 1]
Boy better step (Hm, step, hm, step)
I'm tellin' you, boy, better push up (Push up)
Lil' bro on the roof, watchin' schemers (Schemers)
That's life in the C, you dig?
Frontline, coolin' with a reaper (With a reaper)
I dived in the sea, I was good with the sharks, you know what I mean? (What I mean?)
Huh, you know when I step, I'm lookin' like money, bitch know my lifestyle clean
Told a lil' boy, "Better pick a side, pick your casket"
Picked up five, bro a bandit
Kickin' in cribs, he gon' rob 'til he get it (Yeah)
Sleep off codeine
See you in your afterlife, knew I was gon' get it
Play your position (Yeah)
Not everyone real, not everyone drill (Grrrt)
Lot of niggas don't get it (Yeah)
I'ma blow, pay bro for a hit (Yeah)
I'm a blood, flood the hood with the sticks (Yeah)
Send a thot to wait outside his crib (His crib)
Fuck it, might give her a bag, this is the way that we live

[Chorus]
(Slatt)
I told my lil' nigga to sell (Sell)
Oxycodone, needed some help
Didn't go home, mom said I need help
He ain't live by bro code, that nigga tell
You can't hop in this car, you ain't ready to ride, you ain't ready to kill
Shorty, look in my eyes, I'm tellin' you, you gon' see demons, it's real
My lil' nigga died on a lick, my next nigga fightin' them cases
Locked in the cage, thinkin' I made it
In jail, he heard me on the radio
Tryna shoot, can't wait to go home
He said he know what them friends do
Ain't sendin' no Berett's yet, they planned to (Grrt)

[Verse 2]
Ha, see, that nigga he planned to get it
Thugger, he run up them digits, thug (Like big slime)
Life like Pac
Might have to do him like Pac (Like grrrt)
Bishop, I'm slime (I'm slatt)
Rags to riches, we had a whole lot of soda in kitchen, yeah
We just been hoardering money, we gettin' it
Ho came in pinked down, she love my new song
Do you know the feelin' to hop out and run down a nigga?
I learned it from young, I was hangin' around killers
Cocaine all in my socks (Yeah)
Louis belt holdin' that Glock (Yeah)
Up in the stolen with teens
Say you shoot Glock, yeah, me too
Pretending too hard, 40 faze you (Grrrt)
Stop it (Stop)
You on block, you ain't tryna make profit
My opps, they bitch, tryna ride the wave (Go ride)
We slide, we surfin', yeah (Blatt)
Perc', Perc'
When we done, you gon' grind for the Perc' (Nah, for real)
We spin, you done, you're hurt (You're hurt)
Seen Pop' put that boy to sleep (Sleep, huh)

[Chorus]
(Slatt)
I told my lil' nigga to sell (Sell)
Oxycodone, needed some help
Didn't go home, mom said I need help
He ain't live by bro code, that nigga tell
You can't hop in this car, you ain't ready to ride, you ain't ready to kill
Shorty, look in my eyes, I'm tellin' you, you gon' see demons, it's real
My lil' nigga died on a lick, my next nigga fightin' them cases
Locked in the cage, thinkin' I made it
In jail, he heard me on the radio
Tryna shoot, can't wait to go home
He said he know what them friends do
Ain't sendin' no Berett's yet, they planned to (Grrt)