Yea we out here tryna make change Everybody else tryna get my lane Shit my baby know know that I've been through pain Haha yeah boutta get this fame Yall really boutta have to know my name Yea fuck witme an I'll leave a stain Yea mothafucka i am insane Chlorophoric acid he'll go down the drain Fell no pain still Makin them gains Speaking of gains gotta run it back Back to the day I was Makin racks from selling Crack When the only thing I had to lack was a Cadillac wit the boys in the back Shit Now I'm strapped and my baby moma know it's a fact But I really have to laugh Used to have the gang at my b7ack Now im sitting here thinking how shit was whack Where tf were you two weeks ago When I was sitting there in my home Contemplating if, my head should blow Fuck I really think I found a new low Now you gon have to pop out to the show Yea i want my sqad to see how i grown I miss you guys Is that a crime Shit I guess I'll have to pay that fine Hit rewind Rewind Back to the days we were sipping moonshine Moonshine Now reminisceing in the missing time Time Half yall looked down the barrel of my .9 9 9 Fuck Boutta pop out wit da fifty clip You shouldn't have caught on my strip Yeah I think you should really dip Before I make you do like fitty flips And to the ex that I never flexed Bitch youre so l lucky that I grew After all the bullshit you fucking put me through