[Verse 1: Nell]
Rest in peace to my dad
Still can't get past this gun on my dashboard
Do a hunnid and pray I don't crash
Sippin' the last of this V.S.O.P., fuck the police
Stressin', gotta get rid of this weapon
Nigga talk down on my life and my blessings
They contradicting me, learning my lessons
But I'm a genius, they can't redeem this
Militant nigga, solid gold trigger
I'm from [?], they don't want rest
Nigga we do not take kindly to threats
I'm breaking my neck, to get yo respect
Fuck your whole set
Know how we mob
I'm dropping the bomb like I was Saddam
The Storm and the calm I'm feeling atomic
Taking these chances, making advances
Plug, they out hеre making it flood
Fuck what you talk bout', I need a dub
M's, and I ain't talking bout molly
But that don't mean that they ain't at thе party
My niggas gnarly, fuck with you hardly
My old boy died ridin' the Harley
Facts, when you run it back I'm on a jack
Tryna act like you play like that could get you whacked
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