Life goes on take it verse after verse

Bury my pain put my hurt in the dirt

Gave up on love cus that shit get you merk

All this pain in my heart got me going berserk

Aint no pain in my songs all this shit come from anger

My gma been praying she feel im in danger

But imma keep moving and toting my banger

Til them niggas run down ill be running the game up

And im tired of these niggas who flex like they wit it

When bidness get shaky im standing on bidness

No love for these niggas they snakes in the grass

And if niggas want snake me then shit uh get wicked

They say they support all the dreams i envisioned

But pray on my fall like that shit was a mission

Im swinging and hitting i cant do no missing

A deaf man gon hear me the blind see the vision

They travel to get me up off of my pivot

Cant at me in tweets so they pay me a visit

Come meet yo maker Dont make me no different

When glocks out i bet that snake turn to a cricket

Yall dont scare shit need to stop allat hissing

His momma dem worried cus he done went missing

Dont cry for em now when you knew he was tripping

You love em them tell em to stop allat dissing

You say you got bodies then show me you bout it

That choppa had flipped em like turning a profit

Got trust in my smacka he said that he got em

Then that mean he got em i dont have no problems

Im killing these niggas they pay me to stop it

I pull my glock out then i shoot i dont cock it

Talk shit about me nigga you better watch it

Heard 7.62s he took off like a rocket

Feel like the migos im fuckin yo bitch beat her lace off

She gon offset off that quavo then takeoff

He wanted smoke till my glock took his face off

I be the boss fuck around and get laid off

Laid out on the dirt bro shake back nigga get up

Out wit his potna fuck round got lit up

How you get caught lacking but you keep a stick tuck

That shit dont make sense but is straight he aint mean much

I hit the road ill be gon for a few months

This is not fair for the record its 2-1

Knife in my face imma savage like 21

He talk like he gangsta i know he wont do nun

They saw my myk g hit the block made they crew run

Shot up they spot mad it crumble like crouton

Y′all niggas ain't gangsta y′all fold like a futon

My name gon hold weight bitch I'm talking a few tons

Fuck allat talking let's shoot us a movie

Blow up yo block then go fuck on a groupie

Yo bitch on my dick so I know that she fucking

Pull out my camera I film while she sucking

I won′t slow down til I sell out arenas

Can′t match wit my racket like Venus Serena

I'm married to money ain′t signing the prenup

They wait on my music like it was a reup