Unreleased

I'm back on my shit, man
They tell me, 'Be humble and cop the SL'
Shout out my bitches that answer my call
When I call to collect cause
They got me through hell
Shout out that judge that denied me my bail
He made me smarter and made me go harder
They locked me up, then slowed my album up
But I did not give up cause I knew

Difference between me and most
Of these rappers
I'm talkin' 'bout work that
I really put in
Talkin' 'bout pencils I put on my hip
And I'm talkin' 'bout foreigns
I really could whip
That I really done drove
Really was charged in my hood
And these bitches I really did hit
Twenty wit' shows came up from nothin' and

Make a movie on your bitch
Tell her friend to get a role
You thought she was innocent
We laughin' like, 'She done been a ho'
Jumpin' out them Benzos, me
Your bitch in a friend zone
She told you I was friend zoned
What? I'm in the end zone
Touchdown wit' the two, bring her virgin
Give her that dick long
She bustin' like they

Jump out the 'Rari, then jump out the
I hop in my then hop in some
And jump out the and jump out the
Man, I go stackin' this money, oh

Then the Gucci and Louis, we was under
2012, when we did the, my was cool
When you lil' niggas was
Worried 'bout drugs
We was rockin' on 'Ludes
I got the loosest, now I done
Hit wit' they chopper, now pray down to

And, yeah, I been losin'
Touch wit' my family, it ain't the same
I should have gave my sister some money
But I made it rain
I should have hit the crib wit'
My son and played the game
But instead I ended up at the
Jeweler to make a chain
This is sayin', sayin' when you make money
It make you change

And these niggas get to talkin'
Like they know me
Finna turn me to the old me
Should've listened to my mama
When she told me
Now these bitches throwin' pussy
Cause they owe me
I got the juice, nigga, I got the juice
Nigga, I got the juice when
They hop out the coupe

When they fuck wit' you
Don't take my picture, nigga
Pops was on the corner, wit' a 40 on my hip
Godzilla where's gettin' to it when
They hit my nigga, dean
'Less the shit got realer
Eyes on the South Side
Really outside, got guns, got killers

Here today
Gun-butt a nigga wit' the end of the K
Kick it in your ass, insinuate
Then come around here like
Your niggas' is safe
Cause all my haters goin', 'Brr'
Speak 'em fuck is you winnin', man?
Miss money and murder
You fuck wit' my niggas
You come to my city
I fucked all them bitches

The money and the power
The money and the power
Fuckin', fuckin' up a
Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
These bitches fuckin' for a
Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
Look, look, look at all these young
Niggas fightin' for a

Pussy, and just cause you got a Bentley
That Bentley don't make you thorough
Pussy, still hatin' in front of my city
I'm thankin' this day, for real
'Pussies' could sound like I says, 'Kill'
You comin' like Navy Seals
Just wait to my mama, I promised her Jordans

They killed Chinx Drug in his own city
They killed Lil' Snupe in his own city
Wonder why I don't be in my own city
I don't know if niggas gon' clap
For me or gon' kill me
Still livin' lavish and they wonder
Why I act savage
All these guns are automatics