I got it on me, right now I'm blowing smoke, into the clouds I don't maneuver, without my gun And the South Side, that's where I'm from I put that Shorty nigga all our dead homies nigga You flexin in the city gon'head pull up show me nigga I got it on me X's Don't ever leave the house with outchya strap I'm a real ass nigga from the mother fuckin trap We got pounds from my homies uncle and slung um right out the back The windows tinted the bass thumping I'm back again I play to win I will never settle for a fart in the wind I'm making ends Alpha Omega to the end Over a thousand days locked away in the pen I miss my cousin he in heaven with my best friend I know they hear me Everytime I go to click my pen Here we go we bout to drop another one again I keep my strap wit me cuz I've seen some Evil shit The neighbors cooking meth inside they mother fucking shed I'm never sleeping I'll put these pussys right back to bed We on a come up my nigga you know we gotta live Oh yeah I'm grateful for all the crazy shit that I did Motion picture the film writing us a manual script Most of these bitches they really can't even handle it Choppers automatic clapping like sandal bitch