text: If you miss me
  And you cant find
  Me nowhere
  I done seen it all, oh my God
  Uh
  I done seen it all, oh my God, I swear
  Uh, uh
  Nothing new under the sun, nobody fucking with son
  I got a couple of sons, a couple of guns
  A couple of niggas that bust up the party and fuck up the fun
  She digging me and I’m cuffing her friend
  She ig-ing you while we fucking for fun
  I got her suckin her thumb, that’s my lil baby
  She call me daddy like grandmama baby
  If this Sunday dinner, my hand on her gravy
  I been on the craziest wave, if Im on the stage
  An M is my minimum wage
  This aint no kennel, behave
  Niggas is with all that barking, we send em a stray
  So in a way we the dogcatchers
  How many bullets your dawg catchin?
  Sawed-off, raw dog fashion
  Hauled off, hope God catch him, damn
  I woke up for some money, ayy, lil bitch
  Too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy
  Potato over my gun
  I move in silence cause niggas be clocking my funds
  When they should keep eye on they bitch ’cause baby girl coming with son
  Niggas be judging my moves, but please tell me, what have you done?
  My cousin might air out the party for fun
  Pistol grips get to squeezing
  Wish a nigga would like Liam Neeson
  I don’t even need a reason, loyalty over treason
  Bitch nigga, come and see me
  Put some respect on my name
  What side of my city I claim
  I try to stay in my lane
  Took my advance and put a Caprice on them thangs
  Im Beatties Ford ’til the wheels fall
  Know some niggas probably pissed off
  Who would thought I made it this far?
  Gold Mouf, bitch, fuck em all
  I woke up for some money, ayy, lil bitch
  Too many opps in here, tell me who you with
  I just put diamonds on all of my teeth, now they probably think I aint intelligent
  In the homicide unit interrogation, asking questions, you know I ain’t tell em shit
  Bitches call me a jock, all-American
  Im at the top of my class with my lettermen
  I remember back in college, bitches knocking on my dorm door
  I aint never let em in
  Now you know that thats cap, know I hit a few
  Aint no job, Im selling gas like Im Jiffy Lube
  I had a freak, used to fuck while her boyfriend in class
  I hit her from the back from like 10 to 2
  No back and forth with these rappers
  They mention me, dissin me
  No talkin back, I wont mention you
  Watch, when I come put that iron on your ass and I dip
  They gon want me to snitch in my interviews
  Im on fire, bitch, Im lit, but Im really cool
  Dont acknowledge the shrimps when they ridicule
  They dont come out after dark, bitch, I swim with the sharks
  You aint got enough heart, get a bigger pool
  Wanna fight but he bigger, I aint really trippin
  Reach under my shirt, grab a bigger tool
  I got a Glock with a dick, lets get physical
  They gon be hollerin out, Rip, and they missin you
  They got me started, I might as well finish it 
  Im from Charlotte, you know how these niggas do
  Baby
  I woke up for some money, ayy, lil bitch
  Too many opps in here, tell me who you with