Talk about it, make em talk about
Life to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is definitely no one, no one, no one and I musta won that from anybody who had it
Or better yet forgot it
Mac in the back of a lac, with a mac in the back of a lac, with a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block key watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guys fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in the like with a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business bitch
Writer(s): Brian Wicker, Bryan Williams, Brian Edner Parker, David Stoker, Jesse I. James, Kendrick Duckworth, Keith Miller, Antoine Mccolister, Jermaine Anthony Preyan
Copyright: Money Mack Music, Beamer Boy Publishing, Top Dawg Music, Bling Bling Music Publishing, WB Music Corp., Hard Working Black Folks Inc.
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