two shots and it's all made my money's paid gotta work with the hustle tho that ain't cocaine I've been singing nd trappin bro that's how am living looking at a niggas worth I think you trippin I can't think with the lights on am using the right song don't know what is right or wrong can't call me on my phone gettin all them racks I can't see what you smiling for look all them hoes they all old men they 94 trappin with a kid from the West block he young and he tired but nigga got a glock only thing I know is when I hear shots shooting at a nigga like praap praap gone are the days when hommies stick together now they all behave like it's a different weather i can't trust nobody i can't do it never now I'm in the ring like Mayweather messing with them cheese like it's me and cheddar rapping in Dem streets cuz I think it's better gotta lotta books but they all boring look at all them niggas they all ballin bitch I got the racks now they all falling diamonds on my neck now they pouring that's all I can give when I'm giving it rapping with them spirits all the kids they gon believe in it now I'm outta rhymes you gon think that I'll be trippin it but best believe in it