System lyrics

[Intro]
Go crazy, AG
Ran this sh*t up from a penny, I still remember who around me
I put up over a quarter ticket in the jail machine at the county

[Chorus]
I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don't give 'em time to mourn, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, ground me 'cause I ain't going in
Low key car, ram truck, dulley like I'm Jalen Ramsey
n*ggas said he robbin', but he ain't take a n*gga yet
How the hell you slime when you ain't snakе a n*gga yet?
System hating 'cause I'm a rappеr, promoters looking for me now
The DA got the judge, wanna book a n*gga now
That lil' ho had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
One of my dogs got shot and paralyzed, three bullets hit his spine
You the type to put some money on a n*gga head and call it off
I'm the type to put some money on a n*gga head and up the amount

[Verse]
Soon as we f*ck, she want a check, but that sh*t fake, you gotta bounce
Streets know that he got bodies, but you told, so it don't count
n*ggas dissin', while they sittin’ at home safe, got it back
Louis V button down, covered the switch 'cause it match
I'm the same lil' n*gga from the bricks, free Lil' Pat
In the game, I run with n*ggas who ain't a blood to get you whacked
I been talkin' to lawyers, tryna get my bros back
He was solid 'til he told, then a n*gga told back
Bodies droppin' back and forth just like ping-pong
Lil' bro got shot, he out spinnin' with a sling on
That's how they act when you get famous
Back against the ropes, don't trip, I got more rounds then Devin Haney
You f*ckin' everybody, ain't it
Why the hell you unfaithful? She ain't even got sh*t
How the hell you ungrateful? Made his sister call the locksmith
I thought we was locked in, bring you on the road to riches
I left 'cause she ain't hop in
We the type to extort extorters, you the type to pay the fine
f*ck I look like buying a ho a AP? That's a waste of time
Two weeks out, I done drunk like five pints, and that's like eighty lines
Two weeks, I done pressed zero on a cell phone like eighty times
Free the bros
[Chorus]
I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don't give 'em time to mourn, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, ground me 'cause I ain't going in
Low key car, ram truck, dulley like I'm Jalen Ramsey
n*ggas said he robbin', but he ain't take a n*gga yet
How the hell you slime when you ain't snake a n*gga yet?
System hating 'cause I'm a rapper, promoters looking for me now
The DA got the judge, wanna book a n*gga now
That lil' ho had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
One of my dogs got shot and paralyzed, three bullets hit his spine
You the type to put some money on a n*gga head and call it off
I'm the type to put some money on a n*gga head and up the amount