police patrolling cause we busting juggs what chu expect we gotta be able to make them bucks can't help that I grew up with my cousin teachin me to be flipping packs telling me lil homie just chase them racks tried of always losing looking to the sky hoping my time to win comes before im dead can't help I been thought wrong I've been misled I just be fuckin these hoes cause they aint loyal all they are is very disloyal let it spray till they drop gotta keep it street not fuckin with any cop the bitch ran up thinking I wouldnt bust back police hating how we live but I gotta flip the pack gotta make the bread cause I need it when I grew up I never had shit so I decided to start hustling to have that money be doubling my hearts stuck in the game people pointing at me like I'm the one to blame Damn I'm tried of living life ready to be turnt up in da afterlife getting fucked up with Jesus while smoking the holy kush my family will fuck ya up like a pack of wolves police setting up check points so we take detours I can't be caught slipping or ill go down for life all I'm trying to do is be covered in ice my lifes like a board game all you gotta do is roll the dice my hearts stuck in Tennessee gotta make the right plays so I can stay free at times I tend to feel like I'm god cause I choose who lives n dies when I have my hand gribbed around the rod shouldnt of fucked with my squad now you hiding while dipping out the city cause you know when we catch you out it aint gone be pretty boy you done know my name know I'm ballin hard in the game