It’s 11 am been up since 5 Nigga don’t don’t blink I’m sleep deprived Jordan’s on my feet Got one by my side Want diamonds on my neck They see me at the top I finna open they eyes Back it up They ain’t movin fast enough Once I fix the whip You know I finna black it up Put it on the lift Jack it up On god I’ll get the bag On god I’ll be fine Bands on bands lookin like drum line Pops call me son (sun) He know I’m gonna shine Get the hell cat Hmm Listen to that whine Time It’s my time Dodgin the fake hoes King of the white line No Not white lines like dope I’m talking Like traffic Nigga want the fade Then it’s gonna get graphic He all mad that his bitch photographic Its eleven am I might get a benz My bitch is a ten I got a hunnid You got a hunnid a yen Committed a sin Did what I had to A young nigga just trynna win Just trynna win West end Get popped with a smith and Wesson 187 Caught with possession Fly high best friend I got a nigga who dead I got a nigga that died I got a nigga who bled I got a nigga who bleeds I got nigga taka San that mans in Japanese I got a some niggas who crip They won’t hesitate to empty out a clip Or magazine I got moms that’s white She got a son that fights I got a pops that’s black Still lookin 25 cuz you know that shit don’t crack I got a friend who cholo I had homie named polo I got friend who homo I got the finest woman I done even seen and I even got a photo I got a side that’s country I used to live with no money I got a side that’s city I got trigger finger and the mf get itchy I done scored and then I hit the griddy Nigga tried to swinghe missed me That nigga swung too high I got a nigga name sy He the homie till I die Man I killed this beat you can’t even lie