Look, I don't got to bang or sell weight My everyday life is a fed case Couple of monkeys up on my back And I carry them all with the dead weight She hit my line with the text game Then hit the snap with a sex tape I keep the D on silent So we only be fkin' on Wednesdays Woo, sheesh, I got to keep the st brief In hell (inhale) just to excel (exhale) A nia just learning to breathe Cold hearted but it's ironic Cause it's shit that we learned from The heat Book smart but we only here From the st that we learned from the Streets And my nias in love with the cheese And the thrill of the hunt of the beef So thinkin' of fkin' with Liph You might as well play with the cousin of Sleep I don't play with the cousin of death I just focus and run up a check Reinvest it and double again Keep an eye out and duck on the feds I go dummy, low tummy Get cash, more money This the land of milk and honey Nose runny, no funny I go dummy, low tummy Get cash, more money This the land of milk and honey Nose runny, no funny I don't got to scam or hit licks I physically fit the description Black man on a hit list Pin him for selling prescriptions Call him for being an immigrant Condemn him Cause he ain't a Christian He a Muslim, no st kid Guess it's something you just had to Mention So Alhamdulillah on the bars That's how I talk to the lord Lately I'm talkin' to Forbes And letting them handle it all in accord I'm something like Bron' on The court Difference is I had to wash up ashore Ain't here to shut up And dribble at all I'm crossin' the Border to get it and ball Okay okay, unhuh unhuh They saw all the drip and came for the sauce Couldn't get enough and Came for us all Turned us to slaves And got us involved Okay okay, unhuh unhuh Then colonization followed it all Took all our land, robbin' us all Then put all their friends as politicians Okay okay, ah unh ah unh Nigga enough's enough We got to do something bruh It's up to us, these nias is fkin' up You nias is runnin' up, on one of us So why ain't you runnin' up On the ones that are killin' us Prison us, fk with the kid in us Then they want to go fk with a kid and nut... (Hah!) Dummy, low tummy Get cash, more money This the land of milk and honey Nose runny, no funny I go dummy, low tummy Get cash, more money This the land of milk and honey Nose runny, no funny