What up bitch, I miss you dog

Nigga, I miss you too bruh (Ayy, DVOSK)

I miss you too dude (Love makes me sick)

Ayy man, we gon' link up soon (NumbaOne, you blessed this)

But I can't fuck with that cold, baby

Haha, say that, man, be cool, bitch

I miss you, I'ma send you some shit

Ayy, man, man do that shit, man-

Love you, bitch

Love you too gangsta, stay gangsta

Yeah, I just picture me rollin', thuggin' in that Redeye

Glock on my side and I'm just tryna keep my head high

What you expect me to do?

Heavenly Father, we livin' in hell

Just free JBeezy out that cell

And in my heart I feel the tension

From these niggas tryna take me from my millions

Want me back up on that block, head-on collision

Want me spinnin' with intentions

Shootin' and robbin' niggas for they tennis

And my mama didn't raise me with no sisters

Back to fightin' court again

Like I ain't got some more to give

Know they hate on your child, mama smile, I'm a warrior

I done been through the worst, I was hurt

Brodie made his chopper burst

Then we watched them all disburse

Whatever works, I say it first

Put him in the dirt, yeah

Niggas know what the mission is

So they wanna stop me from gettin' it, yeah

Don't got too many friends

But I got a whole lot of Benjamins, yeah

Brodie caught him a sentence

'Cause he had a whole lot of witnesses

These niggas know what the business is

Hang with a whole lot of menaces

But we been coolin' and chillin' and runnin' up Benjamins

I gotta get it to feed my family, oh yeah

Tryna make this shit here work even though you damaged me, oh yeah

At night alone, just me and Runtz

Don't call my phone, been home for months

I wanna roll, me and my gun, yeah

Me and the gang, know how we bang

But bitch, we play to win

Call up a blitz, he ain't got whip

He still got gon' spin a bend

He ain't got no whip but still gon' spin it

Had to say it twice to make 'em feel it

Remember on that post we smokin' midget

Talkin' shit 'bout we envisioned

Yeah, and now we livin'

We livin' it up, bags to the ceilin'

And we don't give no fucks, you know the business

Many nights I prayed that it worked out just like fitness

But in my heart I feel the tension

From these niggas tryna take me from my millions

Want me back up on that block, head-on collision

Want me spinnin' with intentions

Shootin' and robbin' niggas for they tennis

And my mama didn't raise me with no sisters

Back to fightin' court again

Like I ain't got some more to give

Know they hate on your child, mama smile, I'm a warrior

I done been through the worst, I was hurt

Brodie made his chopper burst

Then we watched 'em all disburse (yeah)

Whatever works, I say it first

Put him in the dirt, yeah