Yeah. Yeah. Woo. Most incredible. Yes. Young. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Woo. Niggas do the tough guy thing, but the streets know, then they try to front on my city like we ain't cookin' dope. Murders on the TV screens. What's a good vote? Price tag on my back. What's a hidden vote? Murder rate rising, nigga. Over-multiplying digits. Thought that was your mans until he went and testified against you. All my niggas co-defendants. All my bitches independent. Realest nigga of the century. Whip sittin' on 20 inches. Had to get it from the trenches. You've been to my home, nigga. How you sendin' statements to the states? And be your own niggas. Headshots took off. Seat spray poupon from jawns that I pooped on. I splashed you. You ain't know me. You ain't know me. You ain't know me. You ain't know me. I don't limit myself. I don't look at the stars. I don't sing songs. Pimp strobe. Hit her with the pole and make the bed rot. Pill pop. Hit her with the soda and make it lead like headshot. I remember we was kicking verses. Used to dream of rocking stages, nigga. We was stealing purses. Young Purple. Young Purple. Now I was talking to my mother one day, and she told me, boy, there are two types of people in this world. The types of people that look, and the types of people that see. Not everybody that sees is looking, because you can't see without looking, but everybody that looks can't see, and you got to see, because you got to see the plays. You got to make the plays, but you got to make the plays well. You got to make the plays, because the plays ain't going to make them sound. Sleeps with the Ziploc bags, I got the stash, spot the fiend for the shoebox cash. I pick the padlock, and I frontage old mans. Murder was the past, I can click blast in front of your mans, you niggas mascots. Murder was the mind state, boosting up the crime rate. You ain't getting money unless you seen this shit in five states. Crack kills, crime pays, I'm getting to it nine ways. I'm stacking all my hunnids, till they taller than the...