Yeah, yeah, yeah
Where you at
Wiggity, wiggity, wiggity, where you at
So some R.I. shit right here, man
Gotta drop two on them quickly
Feel like I'm trappin' in an N64, let's go
Before I picked it up, I already had that shit gone
As soon as I touch down, I'm goin' in zones
Tell my mama I'm so sorry that I did wrong
We had to do a lot of bad shit to live long
But that same shit can lead to your death quickly
I let the devil tempt me and I left myself empty
It felt filthy, but those shots made him melt quickly
No point to dwell, y'all already in hell with me
At age 20, yeah, they charge ya boy with trafficking
And I was, but my lawyers ain't average
Plus, I'm a cracker, and you know that the system fucked
That's why we ride and die just to try to get a buck
Every minute for the Benjamins, man, they pimps we sluts
Ridin' with the windows up in a tinted truck
Once they roll down, then they pull they britches up
Cause they runnin' for they life, them bullets too quick to duck
Yeah, bitch, for lunch, lit the blunt, then I visit Trump
Her titties plump like some plums, I'ma sip the cup
These are the memoirs of a former self
Duality of men, we all tortured in this hell
Now I know that bitch karma come back with a vengeance
So I'm strapped with a semi, can't relax, they resent me
So I'm back home, bitch, yeah, chat is the city
Yeah, your bitch want me bad, if I ask, she gon' let me
Man, this world's so sad, they just laugh at your pity
And they taxing us plenty, can't imagine the envy
But I'm gonna get a bag, yeah, I'm gonna get a big one
Yeah, I got a little gat, but it got a big drum
They say we livin' fast, yeah, I say we live once
Fuck the glitches, fuck the snitches in the system
Got a big gat with a big drum
I'm gonna get a bag, a real big one
