[Verse 1]
I never hold anybody to their motherfuckin' word
Now tell me, what's the fuckin' word?
You never wanna go to work
I know the block is hot, yeah, fuck the opps
You runnin' from the fuckin' cops
What's the point of doin' dirt when you afraid to fuckin' murk?
I gave you all these guns and ammunition, would you zip it?
I'm on a fuckin' mission ever since I started pimpin'
Never paid the cops, yeah, never did it
Ridin' stolen Honda Civics
Gun up in the glovebox and I'm sippin' on some tonic

[Verse 2]
[?], I'm about to have a fucking heart attack
Dressed in black, run up on them, then he hit the [?]
Woah, almost got 'em, you just hit the [?]
All you had to do is [?], now you at thе fucking bottom
Wh— wh— why'd you have to switch up on me like that?
I— I— I— I— I ain't likе that, now [?]
Why'd you have to switch up on me like that?
I ain't like that, now [?]