[Intro]
Yeah
This that, um, that 2000
2008, 1600 shit after that too

[Verse 1]
If them walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard
They said crack kills but my boys sellin' hard
They say last bitch test the work went to Mars
She suck my dick for ten bucks with no arms
That was back when times was hard
That was back before I had these millions that I earned
Pull up your block with a leg and an arm
I couldn't stop the Xan' before I had money
But I been dressin' like this way before they fuckin' loved me
Feel it in my stomach, molly might just make me vomit
Takin' acid with the shrooms, I'm tryna see my conscience
Too much hype in my life
You not with the gang so I'm not tryna hear no tidеs
I'm not tryna hear no sides
I can't beliеve you out here in these streets livin' lies
You really think that you tough
Callin' his bluff but we really be loadin' them nines
They DM'ed me at 8:05
Put it on me, had that boy gone like 8:59 (On me)
You can feel it in your spine
Everybody pointin' at you 'cause you are not right
We gonna take ten of yours if you ever try take one of mines
Wasn't for me, then you would've been died
[Chorus]
If them walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard
In this game play your cards right or get left to starve
My mama made me a star, I just had it too hard
Bitch, I came from the tar but I got high again
I'm thanking God, could have died in the pen
You haven't been 'gainst the odds like I been
You haven't been where I been, I never fold, never bend

[Verse 2]
Keep that shit one hundred, boy, you keep it twenty
We just caught an opp, we thought that shit was funny
Funny part about it, we knew we was gon' catch him one day
And on the ground, he all up shakin', holdin' on his stomach
Man, fuck all them looks
I had to go get that bread so I could put money on them books
That boy look shook every time that he look
But I ain't gotta touch him 'cause karma's a douche
My dreads done got long, this shit just was a bush
I got a boy from the block that's a cook
He whipped up some salmon, taste better than it look
He cookin' dogfood, the type that make you woof
You try to take this shit, I'll get you tooked
These n***as snitchin', they tryna write a book
Ninety thousand dollars, that's just for one of my hooks
Please do not compare me to none of these crooks
[Chorus]
If them walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard
In this game play your cards right or get left to starve
My mama made me a star, I just had it too hard
Bitch, I came from the tar but I got high again
I'm thanking God, could have died in the pen
You haven't been 'gainst the odds like I been
You haven't been where I been, I never fold, never bend