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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, fucked it off in Chrome Heart Popped out with that .44, no pet, I let my dawg bark Pussy, I don't think for you, I had to play my own part When they hoes, niggas show it, I got rich and niggas know it Been in shit and never folded Got in jams and niggas 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 Bitch paid, niggas paid, never paid to get 'em slayed (Bitch) Took losses, niggas traded, cribs raided, still paid (Still paid) War time, niggas played, found out where them niggas lay (Where they at?) Really paid [Verse 2] My house got a maid, man, a young nigga made it In the shade, hundred out six, ayy, but can't no nigga 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" Niggas 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, nigga shot on me, I guess I ain't contest (Baow) Fuck niggas, 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 Niggas nervous in my presence, tryna make it pleasant (Fuck out of here) [Chorus] Whips paid, cribs paid, spent a bag, still paid Bitch paid, niggas paid, never paid to get 'em slayed (Bitch) Took losses, niggas traded, cribs raided, still paid War time, niggas played, found out where them niggas lay Really paid