Yeah, check-check Yeah, uh (Check that) Turn me up, 3rd, yeah Goddamn, they done got Diddy I used to look up to that nigga even when that nigga Pac dissed him I wonder if he paid off Pac killers I wish them, I wish them niggas in L.A. ain't never pop Biggie When you die, they ain't got shit for your moms, they'd rather ice they neck out Rest in peace to Rich Homie Quan, you was too young to check out Industry wasn't checkin for Gary, I feel like I was left out Now I spit these raps in my trailer, I gotta report the set now (Uh, yeah) I almost gave it up, that was the truth Got out my feelings and got back in the booth I'm sittin' solo up in Sam's throwin' racks in the booth Drunk drivin' the 911 like it's accident-proof The Lord be walkin' with me, sometimes He carry me like a child Through all these pistols, powder and pounds, Vanna White, they buyin' vials Sent the flight to pipe her down, and I ain't never come back around I'm so impatient with them, got bitches cryin' in Diego DM, yeah Baby, please don't go I make a bitch walk down the hill runnin' kis back up I heard she doin' scams, police, they just released that ho Couldn't afford the BBL, she had to lease that ho Delete that ho, I treat that ho She think we goin' out to eat, I'm mild sauce, six wing that ho Can't expose a rat to shit they never seen before Bitch fucked up my birthday trip, man, why I bring that ho? You bitch Goddamn, they done got Diddy Yeah, I wish they never shot up Pac and Biggie I was gon' retire from rap when I seen that shit with Nipsey Crazy when that shit hit your peers, that shit be hittin' different Yeah, shit be stressin' me incredibly Yeah, noble summers with Frankie Beverly (Yeah) Gotta praise the gods while you walkin' with 'em Spanto passed right after Fathers Day, I was talkin' with him, man, what the fuck? When I die, put me on the chain, ice your neck out Rest in peace to Young Dolph, he was too young to check out Would they pop me if I pull the 'Rari or the 'Vette out? I left a legacy up in this bitch before I left out Yeah, check-check Left a legacy up in this bitch 'fore I left out, yeah Uh, multimillion-dollar nigga, I support the set now (Yeah) Goddamn, they done got Diddy I used to look up to that nigga even when that nigga Pac dissed him I wonder if he paid off Pac killers I wish them, I wish them niggas in L.A. ain't never pop Biggie When you die, they ain't got shit for your moms, they'd rather ice they neck out Rest in peace to Rich Homie Quan, you was too young to check out Industry wasn't checkin for Gary, I feel like I was left out Now I spit these raps in my trailer, I gotta report the set now (Uh) Left a legacy up in this bitch 'fore I left out, yeah Yeah Yeah