text: I aint ask nan nigga for shit
  Nigga holding out they hand like a bitch
  Nigga blowing up my phone like a ho
  Before I give to you, Ill give to my kids
  I trust em and they took it back from me 
  Im looking like damn, what happened?
  I thought we was family 
  I thought it was ride or die
  Nigga touch you, its homicide
  You know thats bottom line 
  You know whats going on, I got that iron 
  So run up on me if you wanna die 
  Cause I got murder all up on my mind 
  I been up cause I cant get no sleep
  Aint seen my baby girl in bout a week
  You think I give a fuck about a freak?
  My whole motherfuckin family gotta eat, yeah
  She keep it waitin, she flexin, boy
  I put her legs by her head like a wrestler 
  I told her a nigga been stressin
  I usually dont test, but today I was textin her 
  I told her I got some confessions
  I did so much dirt I know the devil love me
  And I been runnin from the karma
  Thats why its on me and its loaded
  Slidin on em, Im a poet
  The way I paint the picture with my words
  Make em ride to it and they know it
  Thats why I gotta keep it goin
  Im not foldin under pressure
  Im the crime when its crunch time
  Nigga play with me and then its lunch time
  I aint talkin bout no fuckin punchline, like oh
  I aint ask nan nigga for shit
  Nigga holding out they hand like a bitch
  Nigga blowing up my phone like a ho
  Before I give to you, Ill give to my kids
  I trust em and they turned their back on me, like damn
  Cancer got my mama in the hospital, I aint there to hold her hand
  Cause I been busy on the road
  Actin like Im happy smilin in my videos, steady doin shows
  But dont nobody really know
  The shit been fuckin with my soul
  I need a drink in the club
  Takin it out on the people I love
  Im just a thug thats in need of some love, yeah yeah
  Ayy, ayy, ayy yeah