It's fucked up everyday I gotta tote my pole But it's a jungle out here gotta protect my life RIP Pop Smoke you know the woo keep going As long as the wooo's living u gone still have life Baby welcome to the party Nowadays u gotta tote it Niggas be envious jealous of you Plotting slowly The worst ones they act like they love you But they really hate Don't even got no reason they just fuckin hate you But I guess it's life Love you in your face But in ur back they put a knife But they real niggas It don't make u a real nigga cause u killed niggas But off that R.I.P Pop These haters couldn't stand to see u Shittin at da top You put on for this Brooklyn shit Got the whole world throwing up ur woo in shit Even though we started it you really moved that shit That's why I always tote the duffle don't mind using Cause if they catch u lacking they won't hesitate the use it I rather be in jail in da box then dead in a box But I'm not tryin visit ether one I'm just saying Yea the streets cold But my heart colder All these wars I been threw made me a shoulder 50 cal gone feel like a hit u with a bolder I was 8 in da brib listing to hova I was 12 all the niggas I chilled with was older Already caught a hit by then Shit we was really sliding Spin three times da same day Now the oops really hiding Fucked his bitch She sent the text of the pussy cryin Nigga on Facebook acting like I'm Lien Bando a gorilla mixed with a Leon F*ck a scuffle talk aggressive and these shots firing I was 15 taking outta town Franklin Ave showed me how easy a pound flip So I got a pound You wanna really get some money Gotta take some wrist F*ck sitting in ya hood Go and take a flight Was good in da afternoon But I could die tonight Move cautious Devil on my shoulder I been tryna get em off it