Intro

Come back, a nigga just chasin' waterfalls and shit
Uh

Crop Circle came out, then my life changed
Copped my dad a Benz off the lot, I copped mummsy a nice Range
I-I-I was movin' boxes everyday
My music took off, so I stopped sellin' Yay (uh)
I gavee Medgy, my weed line
Now I can go studio more with this free time
I ain't goin' jail 'cause I ain't sellin' Coke
Just a little weed every week, Medgy dropped me off a envelope
Covid came, we ain't gettin' packs in, but fuck it
'Bout to drop my new album, Crabs In A Bucket
My instincts are tellin' me to leave the game
While my guys on me to import Ki's from Spain
There's no shows so these rappers are barely gettin' funds
And what's worse is these fans try compare me to these bums
Them envelopes started gettin' thin like a check
So, I flew me out to Barca' to link the connect
He's showin' me Tenco packs
I'm like, "Cool, fam, my partner gonna hit you on the encri' chat"
Lucky they got intercepted on the test run
Twenty-eight ki's, but it would've been a hundred on the next one
Quittin' when you're ahead ain't the same as quittin'
Wish I realized that before I came to prison (uh)
But I ain't helpin' anyone no more
'Cause most my biggest haters are niggas I did the most for
Fresh home and I'm already beefin' with my chick
I'm gettin' dough, but shit's slow, fam, I need to hit a lick (uh)
Why you don't fuck with me like I fuck with you?
Thought you was OTF, you got a whole 'nother crew
These niggas will never get my respect
'Cause they ain't got no morals, they do anything for a check
I still get them packs in, they love me in the drought
And these youngins don't want money, the new currency is clout
It's worst than the streets, a industry full of vultures
I go gun shoppin' and give them all to my soldiers
Got to thank God for blowin' air into my lungs
We're blessed, still ain't goin' anywhere without these guns
I ain't blow up overnight, bitch, I had to move patiently
I put in ground work, still got these fools hatin' me
'Cause they see me buzzin' like a beehive
Wanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5, nigga

Ah
Yo, you broke boys still goin' halves on a three-five
Do you get me?

(Pull up, Show N Prove with my producer)