Bitch I'm him / ride intro

I was raised in the city of angels, where sometimes in our homes we receive blackouts
I'm from a sad boy, you can get packed out
Boy, stop cappin', don't make me bring that billion Western out
And don't think I won't get extra'd out

Thirty rounds, I'll show you what this is about
Lost my low tone forever, we gon' bang it out
All this gold on my body
Now I need a hottie that know how to party

Me and the club just tryin' to party
Me and my lotion can't hurt nobody
Unless you actin' like you want it
Mask up, let me show you what this hollow's about

Back up, now your family lookin' sad, bruh
Face on the news, life's like how a bruh die
Bruh, cold, cold world, how you can't trust your own dog
Had to get back to the get back place

Had to set that play up
Heard some news the other day
Bruh said he tryin' to line it up
So I hit the trenches, tell them niggas to better run

Nigga, I'm from the trenches
I'm from the trenches
Bitch, I'm like real, can't come without
Bitch, I'm like real, can't come without

You ain't from my cellar, bruh
I came from the hood
The home of the potter, star grass
Nigga, I stay

Walkin' on this ass
Puff, puff, pass
I'm the type of nigga that'll
Bitch, be gone

Bitch, be gone
Ass, if it ain't known
Dirty, dumb
Ain't nothin' funny

I spread that flame like nothin' funny
Okay
It's bugged
Look

Shit
Murder, murder, murder
It's murder, murder, murder
Murder capital

I'm from the murder capital
That's what you niggas thinkin'
Ooh
We in the payment

Pool full of blood
Keep a stitch lit
Now you dead cuz
Don't say shit

Look
What I did
Oh
I back to the money

Oh
You niggas lookin' like