LSR      I'm still high as I ride in my 7 Duetche Coupe Deville   Y'all soldiers know my truth be ill   Now with these visions and these bad thoughts   Runnin' through my mind   Stop the clock, see I'm runnin' out of time   And as I, tell myself, I'm a changed man   Dressed in black out to jack me a game plan   Situation critical, it's called creepy physical   Hella cold, I'm a gonna be off in hell old      Plus it's hard to focus, when you crooked and hopeless   I ain't home, but my mama don't notice   Nationwide with thugs, locked out it's just us   With the Feds and the police out to bust us   The most prominent, see we stay dominate   And stay wicked, and plus we keep it explicit   Abducted by the streets see it's hard to manage   End up on my block saying we the savage      So you made a little money, oh wow   What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?   So you roll on 24's, oh wow   What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?   So you pimped a few hoes, oh wow   What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?   So you earned a few stripes, oh wow   What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?      I hear you rappin' 'bout the streets, talkin' bout pushin' deal   When most of y'all never seen a triple beam scale   Runnin' from weed smell, runnin' from dank smoke   Then you get on the mic, talkin' bout you been chokin'   Ya lame as mark, buy some heart with your chump change   Don't make me start, cold hearted droppin' punk names   You run thangs? Maybe, in your back yard   You act hard round here you gonna get smacked hard      Baby bash cross game, that's a negative   With savage dreams on my mind so repetative   Let it live, let it go, player do or die   'Cuz fools on my side will tell the other fool to ride   Down to do what I gotta do, to satisfy the man in me   I pull illicit things, my family ain't understandin' me   So while I have kids beatin' up on the door   I'm gonna crack up and smoke with a corona      So you got a platinum grill, oh wow   What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?   So you got a record deal, oh wow   What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?   So you pack a few gats, oh wow   What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?   You fell in love with your bitch, oh wow   What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?      The day I wake up, blaze up, lace my J's up   Try to make a couple stacks for' the days up   Hustle hard nigga, that's how I live   Only fuckin' with fans, my niggas and relatives   And I dress fly, all clean and keep a fat knot   For supplying all the beats to the have nots      HP you ain't knowin' I run this, so stop braggin'   Won't kill what you don't bitch or watch your grill hoe   I'll have you iced out, you beat grills   With your motherfuckin' lights out   Lame nigga, we ain't worried about your salary   Get off them pills and come back to reality      So you made a little money, oh wow   What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?   So you roll on 24's, oh wow   What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?   So you pimped a few hoes, oh wow   What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?   So you earned a few stripes, oh wow   What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?