yeah i keep that drake for my protect that vest ain't finna help bih ion shoot below the neck on my grind I'm after mine

yeah i keep that drake for my protect that vest ain't finna help bih ion shoot below the neck on my grind I'm after mine these people think im playing bitch i promise i got next in th trenches with my homies bitch you know they wildin dress myself dont need no help aint got a stylist still I'm styling i just run it up i stack it up you see the profit piling lil homie really got some issues catch a body while he smiling in the trenches moving weight on my soul do what it take to make sure all my ppl straight to make sure its food on the plate you wont see me take a break they hope i fail i know they fake i know they hate but ain't no stopping fate i need a bigger plate all these diamonds got me shining new AP thats perfect timing on my soul it aint a soul on earth thats grinding how I'm grinding constantly blowing grade A bud double cups, slap full of mud if my own family go against lil woods im screaming fuck my cuz representing PST bitch until the death of me when no one was helping me, lil woods still made sure i could eat yea he kept his prices cheap, purest product in the street now im the one supplying heat with these bars up on this beat always been the type to sell the whole bale whole sale always been the type to keep on shooting til its no shell know these bitches wanting me to fail they gon catch hell shout out to ya bitch the things we doing man she dont tell