Intro

[Intro]
I know these niggas want me dead, but they'll never catch me slippin'
Want these—
(Cypress)

[Chorus]
I know these niggas want me dead, but they won't never catch me slippin'
I was taught to move right, be smart, and stay vicious
Young as hell on the block, I was always in the trenches
Sorry, mama, I ain't wanna choose this route, but, shit, I did it
Have you ever seen your mans stand on the stand and be a witness?
Have you ever seen your opp broad day and have to kill him?
You ain't never did this shit, so I know you wouldn't feel it
Told my niggas we gon' run it up, we all gon' get some millions

[Verse 1]
I just caught the pack and double up, then split it with the killers
I got three kids, what the fuck I look like lettin' you catch me slippin'?
Tell my niggas we gon' run it up, we all gon' get a million
'Member times when I ain't had shit, now I got six figures
I was out here takin' hits, tryna go find me a nigga
Now I got so much pape', I can go sign me a nigga
How you raise your right hand and give that man a life sentence?
How you raise your Glock up and then that man life ended?
This shit crazy, ain't it?
Mama think I made it off rap, she think a nigga famous
Free Murda, I say it every day, that's who made me dangerous
Drop a hundred shots on a bitch nigga like I'm Wilt Chamberlain
Another opp goin' on the news, another nigga plankin'

[Chorus]
I know these niggas want me dead, but they won't never catch me slippin'
I was taught to move right, be smart, and stay vicious
Young as hell on the block, I was always in the trenches
Sorry, mama, I ain't wanna choose this route, but, shit, I did it
Have you ever seen your mans stand on the stand and be a witness?
Have you ever seen your opp broad day and have to kill him?
You ain't never did this shit, so I know you wouldn't feel it
Told my niggas we gon' run it up, we all gon' get some millions

[Verse 2]
And I be still posted on the block, you lookin', come and kill me
Just know I keep me a fully Glock and it come with a fifty
I just got a new AR and attached it with some titties
Niggas get scared when I come around, I terrorize the city
Love my nigga Paid to death, right or wrong, he fuckin' with me
I won't trade Fatts for shit, up this bitch, he bustin' with me
Free my nigga Baby J, he gon' be home in a minute
Always kept a Glock and send your ass home with them bitches, this shit real life
My nigga call me every day, make sure I'm movin' right
He told me, "Keep .223s on you like you buyin' a mic"
Nigga, you be out here slippin', that's how I'm gon' take your life
Take a hit, me and my niggas split it, have a wonderful night

[Chorus]
I know these niggas want me dead, but they won't never catch me slippin'
I was taught to move right, be smart, and stay vicious
Young as hell on the block, I was always in the trenches
Sorry, mama, I ain't wanna choose this route, but, shit, I did it
Have you ever seen your mans stand on the stand and be a witness?
Have you ever seen your opp broad day and have to kill him?
You ain't never did this shit, so I know you wouldn't feel it
Told my niggas we gon' run it up, we all gon' get some millions