Firin' at everybody

Firin' at everybody

Section 8 just straight cooked this muhfucker up

Firin' at everybody

I'm firin' at everybody

Helicopter in the middle of the hood

I'm flyer than everybody

All this fame these niggas be chasin'

I swear I don't care about it

Boy, you play, you don' die in front of everybody

Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms

Caught a L but I wish that they headshot 'em

Free my nigga Longway, yeah, the feds got him

I used to pray for a plug who gon' go out the way

And come back with a lot of them bitches

I used to dream about condos when we leavin' Lenox

Now I stay on top of them bitches

I won't give a damn if he ran him up a whole billion

I still won't acknowledge them niggas

He put my name in a song, what the fuck is he…