[Verse 1]
Racin' outta clothes too fast
With last two hanging on the dash
My car fart spark, that's lit
Pop tabs, pop bottles
Get these hoes out my face
Bitch, I said quiet in the vip
Every time I get a check I blow it on some shit
Cost me a penny for this all green fit
And the gold on my face make it look like I trip
The top of a rainbow, [?] halo
This ain't me, I feel like I am the shit
I'ma always skate, fuck, you thought I quit?
I'm in the bank laughin', I'm sick
Put the kids to bed and drop this
If you hate me, you can slit your wrists
She wanna date me, but that's not my bitch
New money, blue hunnits, no funny
This paper, they keep stuffin' my wrists
It's a war-zone and my True Religion denim
When I make too much, then the stick come wit 'em
Fuck all the snakes, I don't need your venom
No way around me, tryna stack my cheese
Blood on the leaves, can't die from disease
That's how I [?]
But I gotta glo up for my angels up above

[Chorus]
It's a war-zone in my city
You either get rolled over or get with it
I stayed in my lane, I found a different way
And now I'm stacking cheddar, plottin' how to make my life better
It's a war-zone in my city
You either get rolled over or get with it
I stayed in my lane, I found a different way
And now I'm stacking cheddar, plottin' how to make my life better

[Verse 2]
I did it, I got it
Pro board in my pocket
Pro shoe in my pocket
More bands in my wallet
Fresh by myself, I do not need a stylist
I'm in New York shoutout TJ, you wylin'
I wanna PJ
I do not care whether he say or she say
Told me I failed by the fifth grade, it's too late
Maybe my crib was just like in Friday
No sugar, but we got some Koolaid
Do what I want on a Tuesday
You gotta do what your boss say
Old bitch is working
Mama need cake, calling [?]
Cute lookin' crummy, I'm busting my shoe string
Gotta work hard for it, don't forget it li'l n***a, pay attention
Painting scars for it, skippin' bars for it, 'fore you need an intervention
All these fraud n***as, broad n***as, barely even worked the slightest mention
Rock guitars, n***as never even heard of one Slayer song, n***a
I'm bout to charge n***as, barge in
Going straight to the bar bin
Turn you into new age, Luke Cage crushing barriers quick?
[Chorus]
It's a war-zone in my city
You either get rolled over or get with it
I stayed in my lane, I found a different way
And now I'm stacking cheddar, plottin' how to make my life better
It's a war-zone in my city
You either get rolled over or get with it (get on the ground)
I stayed in my lane, I found a different way
And now I'm stacking cheddar, plottin' how to make my life better