[Intro]
(Damn, Kai, you goin’ crazy)

[Verse]
Ain’t no love for a project baby, my favorite store the Wick
Ain’t too many n***as I know made it out the bricks
If you make it out of this, you probably hit the lotto
Locked in the streets but I escaped, I’m starting to feel like Chapo
I had a threesome in New York, I was listening to Fivio
N***as be on Clubhouse talking beef, we make ‘em duck his taco
She fucked my dawg and I still hit her, she still don’t know that I know
N***a killed your man, only thing you did was put him in your bio’
Y’all sit in the same place, y’all n***as community
I can’t believe my dawg ratted, he was granted his immunity
Even though she missed, I saved her name as “Rumors”
Ay, fuck the score, you still gotta spin if you just left a funeral
I ain’t no blood or a crip but she blew me, she left me on read
They know I’m the one with the bills like Stefon Diggs
Playing both sides of the field will get you killed
Posting videos on the ‘Gram don’t make you real
And you want to me, tell me tell Phew to put his gun down
She don’t even know I tell him, “Tote your gun”
She say I blowed up, you want a picture, you tryna photobomb
Hit a ho from Orlando like lil’ Rico
Bri, you know that shit you did was foul, I ‘posed to shot a free- throw
My cousin should’ve been a boxer, right now he fighting a RICO
I’m just thinking ‘bout all that time they gave Boosie
Gave him seven life sentences, I can’t wait to see him
My n***a heart gotta stop beating eight times, just so they could free him
Yellow cough syrup got him pissing out promethazine, damn
Got too much love for him, he bit me, I ain’t tripping, I’ma still feed him