LEX (Every Workhouse Go To Heaven)

[Verse]
Keep you gangstas aside
It's not hard to tell us apart
I'm smokin' a lot
I smoke in front of the law
I [?] in front of the [?]
Say they outside, they frauds
I'm still stuck in that field
They still stuck in that lawn
I'm still stuck in that mo'
We got [ditties?] in [bowls?]
They goin', they gone
$1300 a pop
$1300 for pop
I'm still stackin' my cup
I'm still stuck in that trench
I'm still stackin' that guap
Nigga, it's never gon' stop
I shoulda bought some stock
I shoulda bought a new MacBook
But I got a Glock
My Pop want a big-ass truck
So I'mma give my Daddy that big-ass truck
Try-tryna get rich as fuck
I on a flight everyday wit' a bag of the gas, bud
A bitch wit' a big-ass butt
Wit' [?], my nigga from around the way
When I'm leavin'
I'm comin' with sum'
And I'm comin', I'm comin' wit' thunder

We was baggin' up work backstage
Really, I can't stop hustlin'
They breakin' the third rule every time
Love makin' assumptions
Niggas be lunchin'
Wherе I step
Like a percussion
Way I lovе the reflection of God
I'm a real nigga so my mama love me
I'm pushin' Tigray every time
Anywhere, everywhere, even at functions
I told **** that line
I'mma let the G43X crush 'em
Last time, [O?] tried to press my line
I was on the other side of the country
Now I'm 'round the way 'n I can't see none of these niggas
Nigga must've lost his mind
Bitch must've lost her mind
She think I would chase like-like she's mine
Like I am one of these niggas
Baby, I ain't Superman wit' this pistol
I'm convinced there ain't nobody in this bitch
Got bulletproof skin