U get a lot more hate in the state that u grew up in/

Defying laws of physics, makin somethin outta nothin/

Everybody tryna benefit from u, y I'm like fuck friends/
Always been a skeptic, gotta show me that u tough then/
Pull this Glock and start bussin, everybody duck and coverin/
Wuz up then?
I wuz goin thru sum real shit, we wuznt in touch then/
Fucked up and jus caught a charge, but I'm back plugged in/
No trust, cuz I couldn't get no help when I wuz struggling/
So fuck em, it's back 2 tha basics, that rap hustling/
Block burning, anywhere like spontaneous combustion/
I been smokin 2 much, and my baby mama keep fussin/
Niggas shit where they eat without even flushin/
Tryna run up them M's, till my bread look like McMuffins/
Remember rollin up at Home Depot, shotput my nigga Justin/ (wuzup?)
These bitches think cuz they bad a nigg gone cuff em/
Hit yo bitch from tha back leave her cheeks lookin she blushing/(u mad?)
When u see me it's up, ain't no discussion/
Str8 up out tha city of Memphis but I ain't bluffin/
Bout 2 get new AK an call it black Russian/
Tha drum but still got a couple sticks, hear tha percussion/(rat tat tat)
Tha junt knockin like this bass line/
I don't go live my guns cuz I ain't tryna FaceTime/
Been putting in work but know tha payoff still might take time/
U should be getting money, not worried bout how I make mine/
Tryna get it cross stateliness/
And that's wuzup/