Oh, yeah, you know, like, opp niggas just be speakin', like

You know I ain't speakin' for my health

this shit be the truth, you know?

But shit, a nigga know I ain't duckin' no action, though

I don't care, boy, what up? (Cutta, we rich)

Why they tryna put that blame on me?

Walkin' 'round my city with all these chains on me

I can't leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah

I can't let your nigga get no stain on me, yeah

I love my dawgs, they gon' slide when I tell 'em slide

Puttin' pressure on the opps, they can't come outside

I'm tryna take like ten of yours if you takе one of mine

It's hard to focus on the M's whеn murder on my mind

And I got murder on my mind, kill anyone against me

Bitch, I'm 'bout my business, so fuck nigga, don't tempt me

Got four hundred shots in this car (Four hundred shots)

Steady smokin' dead opps in this 'gar (Smokin' opps)

Nigga tryna play, boy, you know I run my bands up

Boy, you broke as fuck, tell that nigga put his mans up

7. 62s, this shit shootin' out the Drac'

Free Ksoo, I hope he beat his murder case, yeah

If you lookin' for me, I'm makin' money in the trap

Threw away my other phone, I had a feeling it was tapped

No, I ain't friendly with these rappers

I know all these niggas cap

Opportunity in my city, I put my city on the map

Why they tryna put that blame on me?

Walkin' 'round my city with all these chains on me

I can't leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah

I can't let your nigga get no stain on me, yeah

I love my dawgs, they gon' slide when I tell 'em slide

Puttin' pressure on the opps, they can't come outside

I'm tryna take like ten of yours if you take one of mine

It's hard to focus on the M's when murder on my mind

And I know, I got mad love for my bros

I don't make a move without my pole

'Cause I know how this street shit go

I ain't Suwoo, but I wanna see blood (Blood)

No handouts, you know I got it out the mud

Put a bag on his head, extra cash for the shooter

They caught my footsteps and knock off the shoes

Saw my nigga down bad, told 'em that I got some work for him

I bossed up in life, now everybody wanna work for me

Everything that go wrong, they put the blame on me

Ain't gon' stop 'til my body underground, six feet

Why they tryna put that blame on me?

Walkin' 'round my city with all these chains on me

I can't leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah

I can't let your nigga get no stain on me, yeah

I love my dawgs, they gon' slide when I tell 'em slide

Puttin' pressure on the opps, they can't come outside

I'm tryna take like ten of yours if you take one of mine

It's hard to focus on the M's when murder on my mind