[Intro]
(Young Chop on the beat)
(Turn me up, John)

[Verse 1]
Boy, that jewelry rented, you ain't buy it
Drugs dissolvin' on my tongue turned into a habit
I know some killers tatted tear drops on they eye lid
They livin' large in low income, that shit so tragic (Turn up)
I know some niggas who did some coke, say they wouldn't try it
Good heart, I sold my family dope, ain't make 'em buy it (Sorry)
And I can't believe no bitch she say she high end
She suck my dick, I used to bag up at the Hyatt
My daddy say his first day out, don't buy him no tight shit
We make it hard for you to eat, hood diet
Right before my eyes I seen't the hood dyin'
Fallin' victim to these streets, I wish I would try it (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Bring back the Act' again
Make Kanye black again
Won't shop at Nordstrom Racks again
I hope that lil' boy lack again
We gon' show you all the differences
We killin' everyone, ain't no innocents
Turn you into remembrance
Headshot from this Glock, you won't remember shit
Oh, won't remember shit
We gon' turn you into remembrance
Oh, you won't remember shit
Ain't nobody innocent
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