Oh, yeah
La-da-da-da-da-da
Whoa

Yeah
Made a promise to my mama that
I gotta be better than I was (better than I was)
To my granny I'm an angel, but
This murder shit be runnin' through my blood (gang)
It's in my bloodline (bloodline)
Better hug your dawg if you love 'em
'Cause I can't hug mine (on God)
Retaliate, we put 'em up
Lil' bitch, I slung iron (blatt)
Locked in a cell, I got out of jail
And I still done crime (whoa, ah-ah-ah)

This why I still be in my feelings (why?)
Maybe 'cause the bitch that I'm lovin' be actin' different (ha)
Don't respect the fact I'm workin' on what we buildin' (what?)
And I ain't forget the pain, I'm just workin' on my forgivenеss
Section 8, I'm thuggin', got killers all in my trenchеs (for real)
Clutchin', I got action, get at me, this shit get wicked (yeah)
Choppa flip 'em like a gymnast, yeah, without no blindfold
Treat an opp just like a surfboard, yeah, when I slide on
Full of passion bare the fruit of everlasting shit
Tell me they love me, but they hate me, I'm the last they pick
Under construction 'cause destruction what I always get
I went from selfless to selfish, they hatin' like a bitch
N***as will plot on you, scheme on you
It's love 'til the beam on you
Fuck you over when it's done
Still gon' say what they need from you
Ain't no friends left to build with
Tools in hands but we ain't buildin'
N***as prayin' for my downfall 'cause they know I got real shit
It's like hatin' is the fuckin' way of life now
Talkin' down on my name make haters so proud
Extra silent when I speak because my guns loud
Preach the positive but still won't put my guns down
I don't bang, you get banged if you ever try to check this
Feel like MO3, for sure, G, showin' love to Texas
On a song with my dawg, I'm gettin' features from Heaven
I'ma try to emulate you, but I know nobody better

Hey
Made a promise to my mama that
I gotta be better than I was (better than I was)
To my granny I'm an angel, but
This murder shit be runnin' through my blood (gang)
It's in my bloodline (bloodline)
Better hug your dawg if you love 'em
'Cause I can't hug mine (on God)
Retaliate, we put 'em up
Lil' bitch, I slung iron (blatt)
Locked in a cell, I got out of jail
And I still done crime (whoa, ah-ah-ah)