I know they ain't feelin' my pain
I got Codeine inside my veins, yeah

I don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill
We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defense
He got his ratchet, no life jacket ready to dive in
Lil' homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end

They offering the shooter the death penalty, won't tell on me
I know if I go broke today the same hoes gon' bail on me
I got them throwing salt they steady trying to fuck up my recipe
Amiri jeans a hundred a pair, ain't nothing about a nigga cheap
Selling weed in the projects, relapsed on the Hi-Tech
Told the gang that we up next, put them on a G5 jet
Overseas with my sidepiece, my queen she gotta be a dimepiece
We gon' stick together like assigned seats, on that Dej Loaf, nigga try me
Whoever thought I'd put a hundred on my neck
Whoever thought that I'd say I'm the one up next
Whoever thought they'd ever consider me the best
Whoever thought, whoever thought

I don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill
We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defense
He got his ratchet, no life jacket ready to dive in
Lil' homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end

Go and ask about me in the streets, they heard of me
If she find out I been creeping she gon' murder me
I ain't tripping, no complaints, I got my currency up
Out of town I let the windows down so they can see us
I take the hitters around the globe that's all I know
I met her last night she tried to give me her soul
I got them hating, they throwing shots, they on their toes
One thing they know, one thing they know
Ain't gon' let up on them niggas, once you try us ain't gon' stop
If it's pressure let me know so we can pull up with them Glocks
Trying to dodge the bullshit and trying to make it to the top
But if I never sell a record I'ma make it on the block
How you gon' wait 'til I make it then try to help me nigga I don't need you
I put the food on the table, nigga was hungry I tried to feed you
Treat all my niggas like bosses, nobody better and everybody equal
Real talk this the sequel, hold it down for my people

I don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill
We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defense
He got his ratchet, no life jacket ready to dive in
Lil' homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end
I don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill
We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defense
He got his ratchet, no life jacket ready to dive in
Lil' homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end

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Writer(s): Carlos Gary, Christopher N'Quay Rosser, Dominique Jones