(Al Geno on the track)

Pressure boy, play it, then cut a bitch off, I make her VVS
Project baby poppin' Adderal, didn't come from CVS
I came from livin' reckless
In a stolen car, tryna snatch a nigga necklace
No misdemeanor charge, armed robberies every time I get arrested
I'm a lil' jackboy, mama, I'm sorry
Can't stop pressin' them .40s
Look what the streets done did to me
I don't feel comfortable unless I'm planted down on my heat

Let me know if it's beef
I'm ready to feast
I'ma be at that site thumpin by myself with a hundred deep
We talkin' 'bout rappin', gunfire, guns singin' like the choir
Wanna see, you're life as a blur?
I been a thug, bitch, at my prior arrest
Can't cuff a ho nah, now I got a check
Used to call collect
She ain't never answer, I finally done got the message
Nothin' like the rest
She done figured it out, now she keep floodin' me with texts
Think you're correct
I done bossed up and done leveled up to the next
Uh, I done bossed up
Uh, I done sauced up
Uh, drippin' in Christian Dior
Don't fuck around with that Lacoste stuff
He done got so wavy
She wanna go have his baby
But you cannot be my lady
Nah, bitch, you gotta be crazy
When you left, it didn't phase me
I went and got me some racks
I told my nigga quit his job then gave him twenty stacks
Could've kept it real with me, so I got it doubled up
Wakin' up a real nigga, I fell in love with that

Pressure boy, play it, then cut a bitch off, I make her VVS
Project baby poppin' Adderal, didn't come from CVS
I came from livin' reckless
In a stolen car, tryna snatch a nigga necklace
No misdemeanor charge, armed robberies every time I get arrested
I'm a lil' jackboy, mama, I'm sorry
Can't stop pressin' them .40s
Look what the streets done did to me
I don't feel comfortable unless I'm planted down on my heat

I'm a lil' jackboy, mama, I'm sorry
Can't stop pressin' them .40s

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Pierre DeLince