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[Intro]
Deezy
Yeah, Swervo, big G Herbo, uh
Oh, it's okay
It's gon' be okay, I know that
Might as well keep that
I got baby Essex out here in the 'Raq with me
It's okay, man

[Verse 1]
I got my gun on my lap (Four nickel)
Still, I changed my life, I got my son on my lap
Been on a run, I can't nap, I had a run before rap
If I ain't strapped, then we can scrap (You know that)
But I was young makin' it clap, no Soulja
Mention us, get whacked, I told you (Grr)
Chip always been on my shoulder
I got older, I got colder
Swervo had a long start, f*cked it off in Chrome Heart
Popped out with that .44, no pet, I let my dawg bark
pus*y, I don't think for you, I had to play my own part
When they hoes, n*ggas show it, I got rich and n*ggas know it
Been in sh*t and never folded
Got in jams and n*ggas tote it
Paid bails like I owed it, wrecked the whip, they think I sold it (Skrrt)
Bodies droppin', talkin' slang a lot, you know we gotta code it (Shh)
Broski catch a case on my behalf, he know he gotta hold it
OG and his kids golden, Draco mini, I can't fold it
F.N. registered with my security, and I got one that's stolen (Yeah)
You know what that mean, I gotta flee the scene (Get out of there)
[Chorus]
Whips paid, cribs paid, spent a bag, still paid
b*tch paid, n*ggas paid, never paid to get 'em slayed (b*tch)
Took losses, n*ggas traded, cribs raided, still paid (Still paid)
War time, n*ggas played, found out where them n*ggas lay (Where they at?)
Really paid

[Verse 2]
My house got a maid, man, a young n*gga made it
In the shade, hundred out six, ayy, but can't no n*gga fade us (What up?)
Shoot to see low, hundred K on bets, two-hundred K your best
Booked for shows, three or four months straight, eight-hundred K, no less
On the go, I can't see my kids, I'm like, "Okay, don't stress"
n*ggas stressed, I hop in them whips, I'm like, "Okay, I'm blessed"
Go to church, I ain't been in church, because I can't confess
Put in work, n*gga shot on me, I guess I ain't contest (Baow)
f*ck n*ggas, get stretched for testin' me, I guess I ain't the test
I've been doin' shows for eighty Gs, so now I came for less
Swervo, I'm still yet to catch a hit, this street rap ain't for peasants
n*ggas nervous in my presence, tryna make it pleasant (f*ck out of here)

[Chorus]
Whips paid, cribs paid, spent a bag, still paid
b*tch paid, n*ggas paid, never paid to get 'em slayed (b*tch)
Took losses, n*ggas traded, cribs raided, still paid
War time, n*ggas played, found out where them n*ggas lay
Really paid