(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Take a nigga dream, chase him down

Sayin' you gon' take this, nah take which
Take switch, anyone you touch gon' come with eight blicks
Eight ripped shirts for the same cliques
Niggas can't get up with me they don't take the same risks
My lil' nigga rap, trap, loves me and takin' hits, my jury ain't racist
I walk right in rows, you weren't active with them poles
With us nigga you might have froze
And these reds on steel, get caught I'm poppin', be a free kill
I'm takin' niggas' dreams, you chase 'em down, I feel like Meek Mill
They can tell you how that RIP feel, high beam for a body
He died you ain't slide, you cried and hung his shirt up in the closet
That .55 don dada chopper on me, talkin' a bopper
It's loyalty and honor through whatever, know I got 'em
Avoidin' beef with shiners like they do not know who shot 'em
Won't be a problem, I drop this dope it don't sink to the bottom
Can't teach you how to beat the street the stress might kill yo' mama
He rep like he did something to me
Where's he we stretch his partner
He rep like he did something to me
Where's he we stretch his partner

And I'm just on the phone with Cada
And he prayin' I don't take long
Ride 'round with this K
I get to hummin' like it's Trey Songz
Opps be on my dick in songs
I give 'em somethin' to hate on
Slidin' all night long
You better have your pipe on you when you bump into me
Make no exceptions I wish death on all my enemies
In loving memory, I bet they gon' remember me
You better have your pipe on you when you bump into me

You should've bulletproofed that Trackhawk
Whole family cryin' they think it's my fault (yeah, forreal)
Partner called a body hit the bunk and went and jacked off (solid)
He don't want a bun, pay the lawyer he gon' beat it (we gon' beat it)
Smoke in the city, niggas know that I ain't sleepin' (shh)
I'm like sixty-five mil' up and still ain't put the steel up
Know this nigga bitch he know it too and he still actin' tough (yeah)
Take his ass to surgery, get that boy a tummy tuck
Better have your pipe when you see me, nigga you know what's up (forreal)
I got a different mindset (I do)
See my enemy still postin', I'm like "why he ain't die yet" (why he still here?)
I'm a different type of nigga (I am), you know you can't find that (forreal)
Gee my partner, he a boss, and you know you can't sign that, forreal

And I'm just on the phone with Cada
And he prayin' I don't take long
Ride 'round with this K
I get to hummin' like it's Trey Songz
Opps be on my dick in songs
I give 'em somethin' to hate on
Slidin' all night long
You better have your pipe on you when you bump into me
Make no exceptions I wish death on all my enemies
In loving memory, I bet they gon' remember me
You better have your pipe on you when you bump into me

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones, Mario Mimms