Going

(Real nigga, gives a fuck what you talkin' 'bout, nigga, you know who's on the beat)
(Wardo, what the hell goin'?)
On the other side, you know what I'm sayin'?
All life been some shit
Niggas be jumpin' off the plane, no parachute
Niggas jump in the water, no life vest
You niggas backwards
Yeah

Most of these niggas get left on drills and you tryna tell me they kill for real? (Drills, drills)
You know Chuck dog got the wheel, I dump him down, won't panic still
Glock 20 under my belt with a KRISS Vec', I wear twenty-eight, I gotta chill
These niggas' life goin' down the hill, I was chasin' shit down, now rap my career (yeah, yeah)
We move shit like BMF did, we get shit dropped all the way in Michigan (yeah, yeah)
Fuck nigga drop a lo', bet we push up, bronem spotted one, then we clip 'em (we clip 'em)
I don't even rock no more Amiri, they think I went devil, but really a Christian
Bitch tryna have my baby, you trippin', I'ma step on hoes, you can't even kick it (step)
In the trenches, I'm still a regular nigga, in the TSA, I be walkin' with a limp and shit
Bake a nigga shit like a Pillsbury biscuit, "Why you do that?" 'Cause his shit got a ticket on it
These niggas just be thinkin' I'm a rapper, I'm probably the nigga that probably catch your homie (rrr)
Step on a nigga just like a zombie, switch got sick, that bitch threw up on him (rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr)
Workin' at Magic, I'll probably put a bone in her, for that shit, I need me a trophy (no cap)
Dunk on a fuck nigga like Rozan, how the fuck you mad 'cause I'm chosen? (No bap)
In a Lam' truck, I'm switchin' the lane up, tell them boys' dumb ass just scoot over (no bap)
Niggas get splattered in the bin like coffee, I was boss and I fucked on a four piece
The way they post, you would think blogs know me, in the stu', she tryna fuck, she blowin' me
Everybody go in the crib in the mornin', Cadillac V truck, sound like we throwin' it (hrr, hrr)
I just been sat back, plannin' my tour and shit, might jack 200K in the mornin' (ching)
The way shit goin', when a nigga get dropped, we gon' spin back and we gon' fuck up the funeral

That's no fuckin' rap bap, niggas know how the fuck we comin'
We ain't gotta broadcast none of this shit
We leave shit right there where the fuckin' trees grow, dumb-ass lil' boy