Back then ye ain't show me love
Life is too sick got me throwin up
I was too young I ain't know enough
Now I'm in the back of the whip like
Kill em all, let em die, rotate, rotate, till we all drop
Kill em all, let em die, rotate, rotate, till we all drop
I seen a nigga get shot in some hand cuffs
You ain't seen nothin yet betta man up
You know the deal can't pay the bills so I'm shippin work
Ten to ten shifts everyday make your brain hurt
Liquor stores in my hood on every corner
Got a plug in the east one in Barcelona
All the he say played like hightop adidas
One call will make the bros slide like a visa
Bitch I came too far I can't stop now
Im too big, I ain't tryna see the lockdown
All I hear is sirens when I'm round town
All these hoes want my balls but I gotta touchdown
EBT, yea BET
You a slave to the system you ain't ever free
It's gotta be what it's gotta be
If I ever gotta do it, no mask, so you know its me
Back then ye ain't show me love
Life is too sick got me throwin up
I was too young I ain't know enough
Now I'm in the back of the whip like
Kill em all, let em die, rotate, rotate, till we all drop
Kill em all, let em die, rotate, rotate, till we all drop
I'm just tellin you what they made us into
Who you wit I don't know if I can friend you
In Japan yea, I'm a densetsu
I gotta make a phone call to let the jets through
You heard of Kalifornia, this the follow up
In the back of the function finna bottle up
Modesto, Stockton, Merced
209 yea the cencal, gon spread
Valley to the Bay, down to L.A
Black and brown pride like all day
On the 210 with the trunk loud
Gotta hit Clyde, tell em slow down
I go to Weezyana on my vacation
My check got more dots than a dalmatian
I been stood in line like a quotation
I tried to let em know but they still hatin
Back then ye ain't show me love
Life is too sick got me throwin up
I was too young I ain't know enough
Now I'm in the back of the whip like
Kill em all, let em die, rotate, rotate, till we all drop
Kill em all, let em die, rotate, rotate, till we all drop
I want a big house like a library
My friends higher than the notes from Mariah Carey
No ends, but I want a black Benz
Lord please forgive me for my black sins
The amerikan dream wasn't meant for me
Im too hungry so i need my chips instantly
so fresh, so fresh, like Mr.clean
And these hoes stay dumb like Mr.bean
Back then ye ain't show me love
Life is too sick got me throwin up
I was too young I ain't know enough
Now I'm in the back of the whip like
Kill em all, let em die, rotate, rotate, till we all drop
Kill em all, let em die, rotate, rotate, till we all drop