text: Ayy
  Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh
  Woah, woah, woah
  Now Im switching up my energy , fuck my enemies 
  Feel like I got hundreds of em , no, no, no love from me 
  Yall niggas aint in the streets , yall niggas is industry
  Yall niggas fake ministry , yall niggas just sin and preach 
  No deal, I like the breach, I call up my lawyer like, Nevermind
  They playin with all of these niggas and bitches money but n-n-n-never mine
  Bitch, I could probably never rhyme and still be a million up 
  I only spend money on her if I know she the truth, just to keep it a buck 
  You play with me once and you dumped
  The shit that I say when Im drunk
  You know Im ignorant, Im at my house party actin belligerent
  Tellin my guests that I dont usually drink and shit
  Then turn around and I do it again
  Act like a saint, who am I to pretend?
  Askin the Lord to forgive all my sins
  But my fingers crossed behind my back with a grin, fuck
  I sin, I sin, bitch, I feel like the Bucks
  I win, I win, again and again
  Again and again, now they tellin they friends
  I dont know who my friends, they like to pretend
  Cause they couldnt see me going very far
  Now I be overseas with the mob
  Bitch, I get paid when I pass a bar
  But I got no love for the law
  I cant remember when I had a job 
  Back when they wouldnt build, now they Bob 
  I still got paper tags on my cars 
  Now I got gophers fuckin up my lawn, hahaha 
   That shit is annoying
   Im picking my poison
   You crabs in the barrel
   While my lobster is boiling
   Im tryna avoid em
   But they keep on comin for me 
   DMX what they wantin from me 
   BMX, I aint stuntin for free 
   On my mama, my mama deceased 
   So you know that its truth when I speak 
   Matador, I aint runnin from beef
  Mike Tyson, thats why my hunger so deep
  I replied, aint no love in the streets
  Also, there wasnt no love in my home
  So only get love when its comin from me, preach, fuck
  I sin, I sin, bitch, I feel like the Bucks
  I win, I win, again and again
  Again and again, now they tellin they friends
  I dont know who my friends, they like to pretend
  Santa Monica Boulevard, I cant tell if they men
  Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
  Ayy, ayy, ayy