Verse I: I came up on that Westside, feels like I’ll never leave; Except for when I get high—feels like I’ll never sleep. I cash out on that new shit to make myself believe: I’d pass out if I blew this…guess that’s what’s true to me. Arm right out the window…make sure these niggas see, When tuitions on my wrist & I been thrifting through the D. It gets different when your interests aren’t meant for who you meet. You’ll be fine, just split the swisher… Til I’m paid, I’m always free Living better. Better… Until I’m paid, I’m always free. You’ll be fine, just split the swisher… Til I’m paid, I’m always free. Don’t worry bout a thing, cause you know… Hook: My niggas & I, shut it down like it’s ninety-nine Ninety-nine, oh [x2] Verse II: If a nigga ain’t talking bout cash, he ain’t talking bout shit. If a nigga ain’t headed nowhere, can’t hop in whip. Real niggas don’t play around here. Know nigga got a through k’s around here. Shot on Chicago boulevard… Niggas drop everyday round here. Gucci on the wrist, tryna get the ‘Yota. Splurge at the thrift, when a nigga get the dough, though. Came with the squad—super packed in a four door. Pay me if you wanna see a nigga at the show, though. I’ll never mind if you never mind me… Cause in fine getting mine, getting paid, getting high. Living better. Better… So gon & split the swisher for me baby. Don’t worry bout a thing. You be fine, just split the swisher… Til I’m paid, I’m always free. Don’t worry bout a thing Because… Hook Bridge: Now gone & split the swisher for me baby.. For me, for me, for me… Don’t worry. No… Roll for me… (Roll) Slow for me… (Slow) Oh. For me, oh…. It’s sickening. Verse III: Detroit Che What is life for a Queen like me? Puffing on L’s while I’m sipping iced tea. Sick of you niggas that’s jocking our slang… Next niggas gon try to steal our steez. Stupid ass nigga, you a fish outta water. How the hell you gon flood somebody? Same nigga said he never was on my boat… I’m sick of nobodies tryna be somebody. I hear the shit that you mumble about… I hear the shit that you mumble about. I heard niggas say that I’m arrogant… Same lame ain’t got a damn thing to be humble about That’s why… I get it, I get it (I get it, I get it) I get it, I get it… They love when you nameless, but hate when you famous. The feeling is sickening—I get it, I get it. But I could never be a fucking hater. How the fuck could that be possible when I be elevated? Motivating all these motherfuckers that’s hibernation. Devastated by these statements. Who ain’t saying we the greatest? Nigga, you know like I know. Mention our names & we flooding yo shows. Sicker than syphilis—spitting the illest shit. Sick of you niggas who hate on my loccs. Hook Outro: For the nine-nine (For the nine-nine) [x4]

When angels meet demons, who can perceive it? Who'd speak about it? When I come to question all that I believe in? What would I be without it I have no power..I have weakness I have stories, I have no secrets I'm just hoping my life can be Sufficed by nice piano keys When this over... Lord pleas let me see the sky Lord pleas let me see the sky When this over... Lord pleas let me see the sky

Intro: I could say… Without her death, I wouldn’t exist. In just a second, a mess can…come and kill us all. I’ll go broke thinking of “what if’s”… But what if…I killed’em til I’m Paid In Full? Nina pop like Rico… I recall when I first seen perico Baby, I’m a product of the C-Note. And we know… My block don’t breed no hoe. Pre Hook: My block don’t breed no hoe. [x3] And we know… My block don’t breed no hoe. Verse I: 18 in the sunshine state, Niggas moving that weight. I said I’ll come back for you. Came back, they blasted you. Game changed, I transferred too. Name changed. I’m absent, Oh, so “Jaye?” You passed the few… Rard told me, “don’t you come back. You the only one got out. Baby, you know that. You can show the hood the truth in that; Right there…that intellect.” That’s incorrect. A gun a gun if it’s meant to check… All disrespect: A motherfucker gotta break they neck To see into the youth we lose… Coupes we move. Fuck the news Fuck the cops Fuck the ops Fuck any nigga that was hating on me. And death to them niggas that was waiting on me, With a gun & a plan of just skating on me. No debating I need…the world to hear. It’s girl in here searching for a daddy & some pearls in here. Cause they never had a father—its absurd to hear. Feel it ain’t enough room for the hurt in here; I’m hurting here. God dammit if the kids don’t hear me… God dammit if my peers don’t me. Everybody just high as fuck & drunk enough To tuck just what the problem is …and the tears flow clearly. Hook: My block don’t breed no hoe. [x3] And we know… My block don’t breed no hoe. So I’ll be shooting til the shooters shoot me down. Infinite. This the shit I’m talking bout. Shooting til the shooters shoot me down. Infinite. this the shit I’m talking bout… Verse II: All blue Caddy with some big ass rims… Seen him on the block, With some bitches tryna kick it. All blue Caddy with some big ass rims… Damn it’s been a minute… Think the nigga probably missing? Shot down…got down…too late. Hot now…cops round…true fate. My lil nigga caught a bid last year And if the shit go through he won’t graduate. Long time coming, if I do say so… Nigga, you a product if you move that dope. Long time coming, if I do say so… Lil’ nigga, you a product if you move that dope. But we know… That block don’t breed no hoe. Block don’t breed no hoe. Block don’t breed no hoe. We know… That block don’t breed no hoe! Hook: My block don’t breed no hoe. [x3] And we know… My block don’t breed no hoe. So I’ll be shooting til the shooters shoot me down. Infinite. This the shit I’m talking bout. Shooting til the shooters shoot me down. Infinite. This the shit I’m talking bout… Outro: They got guns. We do too. Shit…nigga. [x2] Infinite. Infinite. This the shit I’m talking bout…