Death 'round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
I lost my n**a, since then I ain't been sleep much
But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
And tell my lil' n**a, "I ain't no preacher"
But f**k these bitches, get this money, don't please her
I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks
And free my niggas that all of the police took
I'm smoking flavours, none of that amnesia
I had to put them on a wave time
Six figure n**a, chain on me when I stage dive (ooh)
I stay running up these cheques on my day grind
And I'm never switching up sides, I'm with the same slides