| Uh, yeah, uh |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, uh |
| I know we slide about it, we was dead wrong |
| We gon' piss all on that nigga headstone |
| Bro gon' squeeze the trigger 'til his head gone |
| Nigga, I’ll be thuggin' 'til my bread long |
| Honestly, I don’t know where the time went |
| Honestly, I don’t know where my mind is |
| Catch another opp and we gon' sin again |
| Just me against the world, but I was born to win |
| Who these niggas think that they was fuckin' with? Uh, uh |
| Now they like, «Damn, T.O. on some other shit» |
| I don’t know you, bitch, don’t call me by my government |
| I don’t trust you, bitch, don’t even trust the government |
| And when we in this bitch, you niggas better act right |
| Suggest you don’t even look 'cause all my niggas, they ain’t that nice |
| You know I hang around some strictly 'bout a bag type |
| Catch one of you niggas, bro gon' leave him on his back like |
| I gotta get a bag, I can’t waste time |
| I don’t even like much talkin' on FaceTime |
| I need a couple million on the way |
| I can’t even count how much I made |
| And I put that on the gang, bro switchin' lanes, we tryna paint some shit |
| You gon' get painted with them suckers that you hangin' with |
| Voices in my head, I’m seein' red like on some anger shit |
| Play up in the middle and get killed, so find a side to pick |
| I be on some ridin' shit, pulled up with them choppers shit |
| But they said, «Bro, don’t trip,"but I been goin' through a lot of shit |
| I tried to switch it up, went back to hittin' niggas up |
| I tried to give it up, now I don’t give a fuck and still gon' live it up |
| What you know 'bout takin' chances? Lookin' for them nigga campin' |
| Goin' to school with suckers, I had thirty-two right on the campus |
| Young nigga on some reckless shit, sippin' lean, on some Texas shit |
| I’m on that youngin thuggin' shit, gettin' it out the mud and shit |
| I know we slide about it, we was dead wrong |
| We gon' piss all on that nigga headstone |
| Bro gon' squeeze the trigger 'til his head gone |
| Nigga, I’ll be thuggin' 'til my bread long |
| Honestly, I don’t know where the time went |
| Honestly, I don’t know where my mind is |
| Catch another opp and we gon' sin again |
| Just me against the world, but I was born to win |