It's a Sunday, on the grid iron in Dallas,TX. Cowboys season with 6 shooters and no protection. No seatbelt on, pushing foreigns, see me flexin. Out here in the streets, time to learn a lesson. Shit pop outta ya mouth, meet, my Smith and Wesson. 9 milli, clutching the gloc now schools in session. Get ya ass caught by the feds, talk, no confession. Aint trying be locked up dawg, so I keep it stepin. Bedrock city of Flintstone, to da bone. Dogs barking like they Dino, so move on. Keep much snort for da nostrils, C4. Across Ambassador Bridge, getting it from Canada. And we be so high, we be all must die, we be family. Aint trying to hurt nobody, ain't try to miss you big 💔 Bro, guess it was to go. We'll see you one day. We gone all must die, someboy Momma cry. Somebody Dady cry. So we all get drunk, so we all get high then die. TRUTH. When it's time to go, aint got nowhere to go, grew up in these streets. I ain't gotta be you, you just do-you, Imma do me. When it's time to go, I wont wanna go out here in these streets. When it's time to go, when it's time to go, you wont know, but then you know. When it's time to go, When it's time to smoke, When it's time to drank, When it's time to snort, When it's time to go, you wont know, but then you know.