HOW TO KILL A MAN

Yeah, ayy

Pull up in that two-door, tally life of talents

I was tryna make it leg, my queen has too much mileage on her

Thirteen K in dirty sweats, don't need a stylist

I'm just tryna put a thousand dollars in one styrofoam

Always on the road, you know a **** hardly home

You know I'm locked in with them killers

Drug dealers 'cross the globe

I got drug habits, thug habits, I can't leave 'em alone

I think that ****, kerkin' 'bout a bitch, I put the heater on him

Put my skeet all on her

I don't even want her, delete my number

Boy, your trap phony, ain't made money since Corona

I put my Arcteryx away, I'm tryna make my own puffer

I tuck my glizzy by the red leather, I made my own buckle

T-side, I could be on no other

If they try to take my shit, I ain't trippin', guess we all gon' burn

You was up, now I'm up, now we all get a turn

And I ain't trippin'

Off a knife inside my back, it helped me learn somethin'

Ain't trippin'

Off a hard night in the past, it helped me learn hunger

Pressure helped me turn up, don't stress, it make it worse

You get too close, you gettin' burned up

I'm tweakin', get me smoke, and only codeine give me purpose

Boy, you broke as shit, keep talkin' 'bout money, it make me nervous

**** gangster shit, but be from hoods I ain't never heard of

Boy, I'm too street, like two briefs, I keep the toast tucked

You get boomed back

Can't bob and weave, I'm way too close-up

And as he greeted me, because he was heading somewhere

He said to me, "Well, don't tell when you come back and see me"

Drugs are my passion

That is the final thing I heard from this interview