Changed ft. T2

They said, who wasn't doin' night Now they think I'm doin' fraud for what I'm

Pullin' up in They got fired behind them bars, tell Jake to

Free my cousin Five hundred in the plate on Sunday, give it

To the usher Tell that bitch nigga he lucky we ain't get

His ass Heard he was at his people's house, tell him

Get her back I'ma do sixty, twenty-four times today like

A minute hand Ask your bitch, I go for hours, I'm not a

Minute man I'm crazy about mine, we bout to send his

Ass He blessed cause I got Avery, I can't be into

That Sendin' shots, we gotta send them back

Give my problems to my Jesus, give the Jackboys to the Reaper

I keep it on me though, I'm ready only cause where I'm livin' at