Album: Strictly 4 My Fans (2016)

Intro

Look, they say a coward die a thousand deaths (fuck nigga)
And every time you and try and kill him why its always a thousand left? (fuck nigga)
I heard a real nigga die come back a thousand times
Go broke now 99 count up a thousand times
And these are real facts I ain't just saying that
What if [?] was president I woke up praying that
Cause if trump become the president he might bring slavery back
Been on black folks eighty years might as well bring Reagan back
Meanwhile I'm just riding with this desert eagle
Smoking weed riding fast like that shit not illegal
And if I fly past you fast yeah just know I see you
I can't pull up on fuck niggas no you not my people
And I'm for the people
But I'm not the most
Bitch I just die for my bros that's all I know
Live and I die by the code
My niggas ride by the code die for the code
Shit I did time for code
If the folks swag up and say they come get me now
Before I rat I'm a lie down and roll
Lay down and die before I fold
Hoes and bankrolls, ain't nothing but a bonus
Everybody know that my life a million is what its happening for
Promoters like herb you ain't dropped in a year
25 thousand two half for a show
The less you in town the less shots that I hear
At least y'all ain't out here trapping no more
Gang!