Lyrics

Forced on television , to tell-a-vision
Bitch, higher than the cost of living , on steroids ,

(I’m) paranoid , finger on the trigger , don’t stare hard

I know you sad your favorite rapper told you trap lies

wanna play tough and go for bad ,but from off of your plate won’t fight flies

white chucks but the dickies blue , her pussy salmon pink , low mileage too

from factory to offsets , whip (crawling like a mole) , fuc with the wrong homies , you might have to dig yourself ,(up outta hole)


Hook:
official , wit stripes , but I ain’t a Ref , shoot an high percentage from three , but I ain’t Steph

these hoes Roll and fuck with me the tall way, cause they know they in better hands than Allstate

go nowhere without the steel , but I can scrap, that’s why I ,(still) , slap niggas like Will

drinking Blanca (Don Julio ) and smoking trees to none left , walking through the valley of death , shedding tears of joy to myself

Been legend in the hood, b4 compressed weed with black seeds (that’s right) , b4 Reggie was in the hood

Saks fifth , just bought a new sweater, pockets all C-notes , I only change for the better


Hook:
official , wit stripes , but I ain’t a Ref , shoot an high percentage from three , but I ain’t Steph

these hoes Roll and fuck with me the tall way, cause they know they in better hands than Allstate