Ayo, I had to get somethin' off my chest
Had to get somethin' off my chest, right
Turn me up, turn the beat up some
You know, karma's a bitch
She a dirty bitch
Ayo, City Boy, 'member we robbed them niggas
For about fifty in jewels, a hundred in cash
Hahaha, this shit all come back though
Ah, yo (and I'm doin' this shit from a wheelchair)

Uh, quarter million in a week
I made your bitch come assist with the count
She could be a thief but because of that mouth
I give her the benefit of the doubt
Yeah, extra twenty off a brick
Those the benefits of a drought, nigga
I can't even sit on a couch with you
If it's really bricks in the house, nigga
For my city, know how I rock
Breaking news story leaked by the cops
Cuban links on me, too thick to snatch
To run off with mines, I had to get shot

Rolls-Royce truck, they said we stood out
Only one mistake, I ain't have a lookout
Quarter in jewels, shoppin' at Walmart
Take me out the hood, but can't take the hood out

Make my whole city wanna be rappers (yeah)
I made the trappers all shoot for the ceiling
We turned a brick to a lucrative business
My net worth 'bout a cool two million
Already know what you do for them hoes
But it's about what you do for your niggas
Meetings with HOV and kickin' it with E
I put my team in a room with them billions
Fuck all the bloggers, the niggas who shot me
Fuck all the opps, and fuck Wendy Williams
Can't trust nobody, it's all smoke and mirrors
I still ain't make no real friends in this business

Rolls-Royce truck, they said we stood out
Only one mistake, I ain't have a lookout
Quarter in jewels, shoppin' at Walmart
Take me out the hood, but can't take the hood out

Niggas told me since this shit happened that I'm lit
I should take advantage of it
That's why I really can't stand you suckers, go to Instagram, but won't handle nothin'
Out the hospital to a private jet
The bullet really ain't damage nothin' (I'm good, nigga)
Niggas would've been in my position
I bet they would've hit the panic button, man (niggas get shot everyday, B)
They was sent for me, my dawg in Houston got a tip for me
Mexicans that'll wig for me, their pinky fingers gettin' sent to me, yeah
Interviews with me, all sent offers
Stuck to the code, the mob, no talkin'
Won't talk about it on camera unless it's with Anderson Cooper or Barbara Walters

3:30 in Houston (ah)
You know how this shit go (yeah)
Black Sopranos, nigga (yeah)
Griselda, nigga
3:30 in Houston
We get them shits, nigga
3:30 in Houston
And we gon' take 'em (ah)
Real gangster shit, nigga (ah)
3:30 in Houston
You know what they say (yeah)
Niggas get shot everyday, B (uh)
Real shit, though
I'm doin' this shit from a wheelchair
3:30 in Houston, 3:30 in Houston (uh)
3:30 in Houston (ah)
They said, they said that shit was an attempt because
3:30 in Houston
I still had cash on me
3:30 in Houston
I still had a ton of cash on me and I still had jewels on me
3:30 in Houston
You know what I'm sayin'?
This shit deeper than rap
3:30 in Houston, 3:30 in Houston
Don't believe these dick-eatin' niggas
Niggas really wanna be us (ah)
Let's go

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Eliot Dubock, Jeremie Pennick, Thomas Paladino