Back End
 作词 : Dequantes Lamar/Josh Cross
 作曲 : Dequantes Lamar/Josh Cross
30,00 for a Jesus piece
I put that on yo head
Freddy Krueger don't scare me no more
Them boys will bite you in that bed
Talk to God before I eat
And end it off with a "Amen"
I don't care how tired I get
I'm gon' still run up them bands
I'mma still count up my back end
I'mma still do it for my fam
Just because I got a lil' money
That do not define the person I am
I don't give a ***** about
What the critics say
I'm a stack it up for them papers
I clocked in, like I'm working
I ain't have to sell my soul
It ain't worth it
Sold out, sold out, now I'm mad
We done sold out, it's a hold out
Hold out on them bags
We gon' roll 'bout 1 something
4 of y'all, 2 in the van
I don't care what that money do
I'mma blow this *******t like a fan
RIP to my ***** Shawty Lo
I'm still walking 'round feeling like the man
Commissary going out on Sunday
Gotta make sure I still got a plan
Talk to my girl on Monday
On the phone with my hands in my pants
Walking around with my hand on my ear
I ain't heard a word that they saying
*****s talk about what they gon' do
Rubber bands still around that paper
Overdue for some new music
Might as well put it out for my haters
*****s talkin' hard
Know they can't stop me
I'm in that front yard with them choppers
I'll do whatever for my partner
I hit the jewelry store with
30,00 for a Jesus piece
I put that on yo head
Freddy Krueger don't scare me no more
Them boys will bite you in that bed
Talk to God before I eat
And end it off with a "Amen"
I don't care how tired I get
I'm gon' still run up them bands
I'mma still count up my back end
I'mma still do it for my fam
Just because I got a lil' money
That do not define the person I am
I don't give a ***** about
What the critics say
I'mma stack it up for them papers
I clocked in, like I'm working
I ain't have to sell my soul
It ain't worth it
***** lurkin', cell phone, no serivce
Tent on the car, not working
So I had to close them curtains (Ooooh)
Pulled up in something
They ain't never heard of
I ain't seen no caution tape
But the whole scene I murdered
(Woooo) Lying to me, I'm used to *******
Watching out who I'm talking to
'Cause a lot of *****s, they superstitious
Dirty pots, cause I used the dishes
40 Glock, keep it in my britches
50 shots of them big bullets
That lil' ***** might need stitches
That big body, I lean in it
That drop top selling fins in it
And I ain't gotta wear a suit everyday
To show a ***** I mean business
With all this lean, I need a kidney
Why the lil' boy goin' so hard
You tellin' on me, you the real 12
You lame as hell like a Soap Opera
30,00 for a Jesus piece
I put that on yo head
Freddy Krueger don't scare me no more
Them boys will bite you in that bed
Talk to God before I eat
And end it off with a "Amen"
I don't care how tired I get
I'm gon' still run up them bands
I'mma still count up my back end
I'mma still do it for my fam
Just because I got a lil' money
That do not define the person I am
I don't give a ***** about
What the critics say
I'mma stack it up for them papers
I clocked in, like I'm working
I ain't have to sell my soul
It ain't worth it