[Verse 1: Mad Clip]
My life is like a movie, bitch I’m starring 'till the day I die
Mind on my toolie so I always keep it by my side
Put to sleep, lullabies
Pull the trigger, shots fired
In the circle, got it too
Fuck around like Mr. [?]
Smoking on that sour while I’m drinking on this liquor
Got me zoning on my dreams, I’m trying to live a better picture
Bitch I’m talking 'bout my dreams
Ain’t talking 'bout just being rich
A bitch corrupted by the evil
Hope my music reached the people
Regardless of my ambitions, I’m just living all-illegal
Moving like a crooked crow, fly-er than a seagull
Bezzles on the watch
Crown on thе Rollie, I ain’t fucking with no Swatch
Don’t believе me? Bitch watch
My plan is to blow
Take over New York, then I’m going for the globe
Take over the world
I can do it on my own
Ay let’s fuck a gang, bitch I’m shooting for the dome
Get your ass gone

[Chorus: Mad Clip, Garf]
Fucking with that glam, THC got me cautious
Motherfuck around, aim that gun to your conscious
Lay your ass down (down)
Lay your ass down (yeah)
Lay your ass down
Lay your ass down (uh huh)
[Chorus: Mad Clip, Garf]
Fucking with that glam, THC got me cautious (yeah, yo M.A.D.)
Motherfuck around, aim that gun to your conscious ([?])
Lay your ass down (we’re here ni**a)
Lay your ass down (uh huh)
Lay your ass down
Lay your ass down

[Verse 2: Garf]
Last to sleep
First up before the crack of dawn
Million-dollar dreams and dollar [?] before I’ll earn a hole
If every dollar got a [?] I'm dealing pounds of weight
Machine gang, I’m repping Queens 'till my dying day
That’s fast life, got to my destination
I’m on a paper trail, getting money is the motivation
I choose to stay nameless so the reaper can’t find me
And all my ni**as strapped, so watch your mouth when you come around me
My whole team, off the chain like Amistad
My block is hotter than a summer-run in winter-time
Sour in a dutchie got me higher than a spaceship
And nowadays everybody’s on their fake shit
The path to paradise got realized it's on the way to hell
Before I live broke, I’d rather [?] in a jail cell
I was pushed to hell and back, that’s the LeBron flow
Money eases the pain, so I'mma hustle ’til my time to go, ni**a
[Chorus: Mad Clip]
Fucking with that glam, THC got me cautious
Motherfuck around, aim that gun to your conscious
Lay your ass down
Lay your ass down
Lay your ass down
Lay your ass down

[Chorus: Mad Clip]
Fucking with that glam, THC got me cautious
Motherfuck around, aim that gun to your conscious
Lay your ass down
Lay your ass down
Lay your ass down
Lay your ass down