Lyrics:

TouchofTrent be wildin` with it

I pour an eight inside the Lamb` truck, fell asleep flyin`I thought them niggas had my back, but I`m steady seein` signs
And I can`t turn my back on [?] like I ain`t see him tryin`
These tears shed, whenever he dead, it`s different seein` him die
Bah, get close up on `em, you know that shit be graphic

You gotta pop out with that ratchet, you know this shit get tragic
And you can`t fumble with that stick, you know this shit ain`t Madden
All that shit you did in the streets, you know that shit gon` vanish
Yeah, I pop these pills, they try to read my thoughts

And you can`t dig back in your past `cause you got time you lost
And make that time up for your kids `cause you know time ain`t bought
Booka brought me a diamond cross, but he know he won`t cross me
They turnt their back and said they`d
Kill me, yeah, that`s when they lost me

I put baguettie inside the Cartier because I`m feelin` bossy
They feel some type of way in the county jail, I told them, 'Call me'
I built a relationship with the real with niggas who never saw me
Yeah, I seen my chance and that`s when I grabbed it

Fuck bein` a hunnid, I spent a couple hunnids on niggas` tablets
Lean gave me chest pains, that`s when I popped the Perky tablet
I tried to get that family vibe for niggas who wasn`t established

You do that shit again, what you did to bro, gon` get you a casket
I did shit for niggas without them askin`
I broke pounds for niggas without them matchin`
I don`t fuck with you, I`ma tell y`all now even though I got it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

This shit was different, we was together like ten years ago
And I don`t talk to a lotta niggas, but they still the bros
The one I ain`t talk to like that back then know they still hoes
And some niggas try to hide their hate but that shit still shows
I never fucked on block hoes because I call `em sisters

One hate me right now as I speak because I called her a hooker
Cut the loose ends, I cut `em off, they try to stay I`m a butcher
Bitch, you a rat, never mind, I changed my life, I`m Muslim
I talked to Chops on FaceTime, he say, 'Damn, you back smokin`'

He say, 'That back door damn near closed,' I say, 'It`s back open'
I say, 'These blocks could be back one,' he say, 'You back hopin`'
You gotta watch the niggas you love `cause they still backdoorin`
He ain`t got no hope in beatin` his trial because he lost his motion

Bro got life
He don`t know how pussy smell, that`s why he fuck his lotion
I know some real niggas would lose it all for a viral moment
My dreads swing, I feel like Wayne, show me my opponent

And I like talkin` to the streets, like
When you say you the voice, you gotta, like, open up, like
Tell motherfuckers like what it is, like, you can`t hold nothin` back
You gotta relate to them
Relate to the poverty, you know what I`m sayin`?
Relate to the trenches (Yeah, yeah)

Some of the guys don`t even know what the fuck a Richard Mille is
Know what I`m sayin`?
You gotta relate, all angles, know what I`m sayin`?
The voice
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah