[Intro: Yams] Ayo TyY wassup man it's the big hmoie himself. Lil Newport, the Puerto Rican Bobby Brown A.K.A Carlos Xantana bake, pop a pill, I see you out there in London with them London boys [?] boys and all that, with four wheelers and all that. Stop hitting my line b, ya heard
[Verse 1: TyY] Chamber lock, deep thoughts don't ever break the Niggas get in that position, somehow they Count blessings, fuck that, don't ever tell a soul the devil in her eye, she posted in that room Consequences I gotta face in the struggle, I gotta find my way Body feening, leaning, she my only fix We make it last forever, it's hit or miss
Tell me where you go got the gun in your hands I you've got plans me where you wan' go You've got the gun in hands I know you've got You should pull the hammer You pull the hammer back You be on the attack Girl I you'll take me down, down I know you'll take me down, down
[Verse 2: TyY] in that red ghost, that's hell on wheels Devil in that red dress sitting bloody heels See how wealth feels, the way of living And these burning bridges, a nigga still made it across It's hard to see these niggas smile, or see the crooked They've been plottin' for a fuckin' forgive me for my sins I just wanna win Story of my struggle, but get the end Grind until my last shit, 'til there's nothing left We thirsty for a mil, my niggas out to (We for a mil, my niggas out to kill)