Back on the Wall
I got my back on the wall, it got me wishin' I was rich
I got a gat in my drawers, it ain't no game, it ain't no gimmicks
All these rappers is frauds, I'm glad God made me different
You fuck with my dog, I promise you, there gon' be victims (uh!)

Niggas really like to talk shit, but they don't mean shit (they don't mean shit)
When you pull up, they get off really when they speakin' (when they speakin')
I've been getting exhausted, dealing with all this street shit
I'm tryna be a boss, you on your employee shit

I grind every day and you just grind "often"
I want me a Maybach like I'm Ross 'n them
No, you shouldn't play with them niggas from New Orleans
For me, they'll put a hole in your head like a Dolphin

HotBoy, but I'm cold like I'm Steve Austin
I destroy niggas' flows, put 'em in a coffin
Yeah, I went ghost, I bet they thought I lost it
Nigga, please, I been eating beats like crawfish

I been servin', I been gettin' money like I bartend (like I bartend)
I'm a big dog – when I walk, I leave paw prints
Niggas in they cars looking for me like parking
I'm riding with a pole on me, that's just a precaution
Winner, winner, chicken dinner, I'm a big spender
Yeah, she want me 'cause I'm lit now and her boyfriend a beginner (boyfriend a...)
Chuggin' all this liquor, probably fuckin' up my liver
I hustle like I'm Jigga, got her rubbin' on my zipper

I just want a loft with a closet I can walk in
You must be retarded, think you fuckin' with Jabbar 'n them
Yeah, I'm 'bout to hit a hundred like I'm chargin'
A hundred million dollars goin' once, like an auction