My favorite place to go chill, recuperate, kick back...
Matter fact I ain't even supposed to be saying all this on camera.
I'm not supposed to be saying all that on camera.
No.
Y’all gonna make me give them too much.
You know what I’m sayin’?
Can’t give ‘em too much.
Feel me?
I got ran off the road.
A racist truck driver.
He’s riding the side, he ain’t trying to just go.
I slowed my shit down, let him get up a little bit, he slow his shit down to get back.
You know what I'm saying?
So I let the window down thinking he trying to tell me something.
So I'm like "What up?"
He stick his middle finger up.
I say, "Fuck you," I hit the gas.
I tried to get up and get away from his ass now.
He throw his wheel at me.
When he throw his wheel at me, I hit the brake.
But my car was rear-wheel drive, so when I hit the brake the whole truck spinned out.
Skrrt!
And when it spinned out that motherfucker got to flippin’ and flippin’ and flippin’.
But I didn't have my seatbelt on, so I flew out the back window.
I open my eyes up, ‘cause I fainted when the car lost control
but when I opened my eyes up and shit I'm like 20 feet in the air.
I come down on both of my hands and my chin.
I broke my jaw and broke both of my wrists.
You know what I'm sayin’.
I wake up on the hospital bed the next morning, head this motherfucking big.
I was decent though.
I came home.
My girl took care of me and shit.
She healed me up.
I was decent. You know?
A lot of niggas do that internet shit.
Hide behind keyboards, gangbangin’ and shit.
Street sweeper is that street sweeper.
That big mother fucker.
That street sweeper.
Sweep the streets up.
The coroners come pick your ass up.
All the whole fucking audience just rushed the stage.
It ain't even enough securities to whoa, whoa, whoa.
So me and my niggas we like, "Hold on.”
We think it's finna go up in this bitch.
You feel me?
So we gettin’ on peezy.
We like, "Hold on.”
The strap gets clapped.
That mean get clapped.
Get yo’ ass clapped.
You feel me?
That mean I got you.
I caught you lackin’.
I know you want your lick back.
You wanna get me back for that.
We don't got to kickbacks, that mean like we don't go to house parties.
Little get togethers.
We don’t do that.
Standards too high for that shit.
Hell yeah.
If we in the mall, my homie ain’t got it, hell yeah.
Grab that shit.
223 bullets, them choppa 223's.
AR-15.
They cop killers.
Eat through your vest.
If you not a gangster, don't portray a gangster image.
You know what I'm saying.
Because you'll get in a real gangster situation, you feel me, you are gonna have to show that shit.
You know what I'm saying.
So that's why I say that.
I don't like that shit.
If you got a pistol and you don't shoot it, what's the point of having that motherfucker?
If you scared to shoot it, why you got it?
Baby choppa is a Draco.
Micro Draco.
That mean I’m on Forgiatos.
When I ride past they twinkling.
You feel me?
They blinging.
They blowing bitches kisses.
Mwah.
That mean I'm sittin’ on 6's.
My shit.
You feel me?
Bowlegged.
Be true about what you represent.
You feel me?
Be true about what you stand on.
G-code is never snitch. G code
It’s a lot of G-codes.
You feel me?
Just go on and on.
Take care of family is the most important one.
G-code.
I made this song before the car accident.
That's what's crazy.
I made this song like two weeks, a week before the accident.
That's fucked up.