(He hasn't slept in, uh, probably seven days) I make the murder rate go increase Ain't no peace, uh, uh, ain't no peace I make the murder rate go and increase, uh I make the murder rate go increase Protected like Allstate, not cheap Your jewelry look all fake, can get a dog straight 'fore we whack you And kill you for cheap (Woah-woah, woah-woah) Uh, tryna be paid in full, heard he got Ricoed then left on the back of the seat Never been talkin' layin' wood Score hole in one with the chop' when we creep Get lattered on fee Get money like Makin' Mitch (but I ain't no lick 'cause I'ma tweak) Get money like a nigga hustle from New York While my uncle still count all the racks, JAY-Z (uh, uh) Bought the trick old SRT Beat the road like the streets owe me All five-hundred bowls flipped on one street Lil' bih for L, put a ho to the beat Try roll and pull up, roller skate We got trap bags full of money without no safe We burnin' money, we still gon' count it Can't spend a hundred thou' on your goddamn grave Take her to my palace, goin' through choppers Flippin', choppin', chainin' pape' Boy, I got rich then life wasn't shit But bullies gettin' flipped and choppers gettin' sprayed Uh, no bap We're richer than all the opps Fuck the cops, we smoke dead opps, we smoke dead opps Walk down, walk down, ain't no leg shots, lil' bruh give head shots, uh, uh I make the murder rate go increase Protected like Allstate, not cheap Your jewelry look all fake, can get a dog straight 'fore we whack you and kill you for cheap Uh, tryna be paid in full, heard he got Ricoed then left on the back of the seat Never been talkin' layin' wood Score hole in one with the chop' when we creep Get lattered on fee