Why you keep on bitchin′ about Monte man?

Ain't shit gon′ happen, alright? Alright?

Damn, we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'emShit ain′t that hard

For sure

You got killers, nigga, I′m a killer

You need a gun, I need a 3D printer

My guns are long, your paper ten inch, nigga

I run the money East quick like a ep sprinter

'Cause I′m supposed to, stand on my money like Kareem in the post

I want the most, like, can't you see we winners?

Judge tried to give our asses the most

My best friend servin′ ten, eatin' TV dinners

Why you think I never laugh at your jokes?

And often times, I′m mean-muggin', you don't see me grinnin′

You wanna meet the plug, but, moe, I′m tryna be that nigga

That's why I play the game cold like a DC winter

Singin′ birds don't come by my window

I got some swans on the floor

And what you want? I got that shit for the low

My Detroit partner got that shit that you pour

And I be sippin′ too much of it, I'm gone

And screamin′ "Free Fleas", I can't wait 'til you home

But with my brothers every day on the phone

And that money right here waitin′ for you, this shit ain′t a loan

It's off the strength, blood, muscle, and bone

Got it off the stress, weed, broken flip phones

Me and the homies have needs, so we kicked in the door

Goin′ through shit, I'd rather cry on my own

These people don′t really know who I am

They just know the destruction I can

No, will do for my fam

I keep a hammer if, when in a jam

For the same reasons, we're soldiers

Soldiers don′t go to Hell

It's war

Soldiers, they kill other soldiers

Blew a 50 on a Dwele, with girly out in L.A.

Tryna stick me, gotta get up earlier than Thebe

Goyard skully, gazin' at the stars in the Culli′

It′s still Hell Block hully-gully

Gift wrap them brickies then we kidnap them slippies

40 on deck like a six-pack on mickeys

Name heavy in the street as a rose gold Phillipe

Came fully AP'd, now I need a Richie

Wasn′t takin' ′til I hit it with the G-rizzy

Watched it come together, full circle, did a 360

Cut it with the lactose and get a free 50

Reekin' of second hand crack smoke and cheap whiskey

Ghost Glock on my waist, made a killin′ off the noise

Block so hot, got the paint peelin' off the walls

Quarter, half brick, whole brick, I can move it all

Auntie want it quick, gettin' sick, goin′ through withdrawals

Where we at?

I stay home for a week, I ain′t touch nothin'

And, and next week, I was smokin′ again

It's contagious, isn′t that right?

I wanna better my life, you know

I don't wanna be runnin′ around the streets

Gettin' high, you know

And not carin' about my whereabouts, myself, my personal hygiene

No matter how great a saint you are (yeah)

If you hang around sinner (goodness)