Fresh Prince

[Verse]
Momma on the phone like "Oh bitch, I'm tired of him, since you don't like to listen pack your shit and get outta here"
Hitting back North, T's up, but I ain't travelling
TTG the gang, 1300 I ride for them
I was just a youngin and I ain't had shit, tryna survive with them
Rest in peace to Gucci, I'ma do a homicide for him
So if you ride with the opposition you gon' die with them
Do a hit, come back and shit like "OMG, what happened here?"
I'on know the answer if the police get to askin' shit
Had to get it on my own 'cause I don't like to ask shit
Totin' pipes, stay up late nights gettin' high as shit
[?] fucked up my mind, got mе thinking all kind of shit
I'm a fucking demon, you can see it in my eyes and shit
Thеy like "Polo Gucci boy, you always on some savage shit"
I'll kill some' while I'm mugging [?] and shit
Know I keep that tool bitch, like UPS we packing shit
O.D.A. be bugging, we so quick to get it brackin' bitch
Gang full of shooters boy, we don't do that passing shit
Like a side defense, bitch them pistols get to clapping quick
Rest in peace to Twins, wish we could get them back and shit
But I know it can't happen so I'm finna get to whacking shit
Claiming bang gang, or OTE better not be lacking bitch
Hopping out with the pipe, I catch you around traffic bitch
We them double triggers, clip extended let 'em have it bitch
.40 XD spit out bombs like a cannon bitch
Wet his ass up, on the gang we been splatting shit
Niggas get to taking off like they be running track and shit
Cruising in the steamer, me and foenem like to ride with sticks
Pull up on your block, with the hammer I'ma damage it
Old head shots, put a bullet in your lining bitch
City full of actors, bunch of goofies hide behind them clips
Niggas claim they shooters, on the drill they be tryna miss
Shorties Drillinoise, getting popped, that's just savage shit
Keep a glizzy on me, I'm never on no lackin' shit
Gotta stay on X, I can't help my OG cry and shit
Fast life fun but sometimes I get tired of this
Gotta make it out and I'ma do it off this rapping shit
I ain't stop 'til I put my family in a mansion bitch
Right now, I'ma pay the bills of this trappin' shit
Ballin' in designer shit got me looking kinda rich
Jugging and finessing got me thumbing through the racks and shit
I was up at school selling [?] and shit
I ain't got shit for the low, yeah I'm taxing bitch
Fuck that lil' shit, I'm getting guap, I can buy a bitch
Bitches know I'm banded, they'on mind let me hit that
Money keep on calling me and Benji like to chit-chat
Niggas out here bogied, don't get grime, you can't fix that
I be poking niggas if you got it let me get that
Took a couple L's, now it's time to get my lick back
Them niggas [?] like a six pack
Drum on the gun, lotta shots after that clip clapped
McDonald's special, I'ma fry his ass with this big MAC
Markie got the Ruger, knock you over when that kick back
GDK the movement, hell yeah bitch I'm with that
If you throwin' up the rakes prepare to be blicked at
Like a bad barber, push your shit back
Hollow bullets break his ass down like a Kit Kat
Opps can't handle us, they cliquing up 'cause this a mismatch, bitch
Gang