Lyrics
I ain’t ever had s*** I do it for dollars
You know I run this m*********** you ain’t even jogging
Single white mother where my black father
I grew up with G******* M******** and R******
He had it and I didn’t f*** it so f*** it I robbed em
Trapping on the f****** block on the block I shot em
Single white mother where my black father
I grew up with G******* M****** and R******
M****** and R****** I’m robbing drug dealing
Phoenix Arizona there’s another killing
I don’t need a mask I don’t plan to leave a witness
Rob em for the stash we got the bags we getting our licks in
You n***** is some f****** jokes you gotta be kidding
Everytime I spin the block I’m leaving em dizzy
You know I’m in the building higher than the ceiling
I had that Bobby Brown my b**** turned to Whitney
Papa looking for a ma won’t turn down no Remy
My motivation is Kanye but I don’t want no Kimmi
That’s my brother wife name he should’ve wore a Jimmy
Get the f*** up off that dope b**** take care of yo children
I ain’t ever had s*** I do it for dollars
You know I had to be a father I got my son and daughters
You know I love you mom I know it’s hard to raise a monster
I grew up with G******* M****** and R******
I ain’t ever had s*** I do it for dollars
You know I run this m*********** you ain’t even jogging
Single white mother where my black father
I grew up with G******* M******** and R******
He had it and I didn’t f*** it so f*** it I robbed em
Trapping on the f****** block on the block I shot em
Single white mother where my black father
I grew up with G******* M****** and R******
My block hotter than the summer just f***** one my babymommas
Don’t give a f*** about that drama I got my kids and this money
You hating I f****** love it where Weezy I’m right above it
She need me but I don’t love her she sleezy man why I f*** her
Now I f*** on a foreign broad I’m wiping a foreign car
Like Mike b**** living large Lil Mike big dawg in charge
Hot boi she love the sauce iced out she love the frost
Real s*** you n***** fraud press play I press stop
I’m on the road to riches can’t trust no h*** or n*****
I put my heart into the street the streets put bullets in my liver
Like what the f*** am I chasing how the f*** I deliver
Rest In Peace to my n***** Mark Colton Richard
Sippin’ on Coronas still tryna find Jehovah
Shooting shots blindly I caught one in the shoulder
Seven more up in my body I got back up just like a soldier
I came back b**** I’m Da Vett now you know it’s over