This is the illest shit you ever heard
It's the illest shit you ever, uh
I fucked that nigga's bitch
That nigga's chick
And I was hot
Chrome four fifth, I was on shit
Robbin' everything with the same clip
Mobbin' on the same strip
Every day with my gun on my hip
Purple haze and lit, pass the hem rock
The four fifth, only had eight in it
But I swear you could've still got shot
Made at least a half a mil' off D block
Unc' smoked his settlement, he spent it with neph'
Forty thousand off rocks
I bled the nigga 'til he ain't have shit left
The fast life, was gettin' them things for half price
I had my bag right, I had the cash right
I guess life's just a crash course
I should be whippin' a fast Porsche
But shit, the plug, yo, yo, yo
It's crazy how I'm only twenty-two
And I lost twenty-two niggas to these streets
Some in the feds and some of 'em deceased
Rest in peace, I'm smokin' Cali good
Bally's on, posin' for pictures
Free my niggas
West got me a MAC for Christmas
So I'm sprayin' out the Fisker
Get killed for fuckin' with my niggas
Griselda mob, we the illest
Hang you from the ceiling by your suspenders
Cross paths with dirtball niggas, get your head bust
Cross paths with killers, get your head bust
Next thing you know, I'm