Back Rubbed

I love you, Marco.

-Ghetto Boy shit. -Fuck the fire, we got grief.

I been through so much shit, I need a back rub.

I love drank so much, I wanna act up. I came home from the feds, ran my racks up.

I bought a sandwich bag, it wasn't packed up. I made her count the dark, she fucked the shellac up.

Best words I heard in my life when they said pack up.

I went to the feds, slept in a little bed. I would've went state, but the pistol jammed.

Coach Rio, I'm the whistle man. I got a platinum plaque with no radio play, you gotta listen, man.

You the type want a nigga hit your man.

Too much dark shit on me right now, I need some different pants. You're not gon' rob me, go try a different plan.

Check out my left hand, it cost sixty grand. Jada Gucci Mane, I'm the titty man.

Hundred shots on the PLR, I don't fear any man.

I can get the whole house swept for like twenty grand. So what the fuck you think them young boys gon' do? I drive fifty Benz.

I love Ricky pants, I love Dickies pants, I love Amiri pants.

I like Chrome Heart too and Jordan Craigs. I'm a real street nigga, I'm not a Jordan head.

She hit me with the head and put your boy to bed.

They hit him in his leg, go get your boy a peg. I use this up close, I'ma destroy your head.

I just recorded me fucking a white pint, I'm the porno man. Don't text me 'bout no other hoe, I ignore your ass.

He heard he got a bag, go extort his ass. Remember calling Bud for a quarter back.

Came home from the feds on my shit, I threw a quarter at him. That's twenty-five

K. I really made a hundred racks twenty-five days straight.

Boy, he was up close with an AK. They hit his ass so many fucking times, they made him gain weight.

Stop asking who I am, look what my chain say.

I never even looked on Johnny Dang page. July, I'm popping out, I really can't wait.

Like they let me off this bitch, I'm making one million in eight days.

I might just make a M on the first day. Like two hundred fifty K was my worst day.

And all this shit profit, I wasn't rich in the first place. And I'll never go back to my birthplace. A shark in a pond.

They shot him with a. 308, they still can't find his arm.

She acting tough, when she leave, she wanna cry and then curl.

I gotta be Pete everything, I can't die in a curl. My distant lover, I'm dying without her.

I been missing my little brother, I been crying 'bout him. I'll never put an eight in the nine biter.

Can't even stand up straight, I have spine problems.

All his life, he wanted to hit a lick and he died plotting. All my life, I wanted to get rich, so I'ma die trying.

That's why I'm rich now, 'cause I ain't dead yet.

I just fuck, but I ain't never got the head yet.