Alphabean and I'm rollin' In the old black colors and it's stolen
Keep that strat right on my waist you know I'm toted
And I throw stacks out for the gang you know I'm rollin
Say I'm knowin' how it is and I'm knowin' how it go
It get hard out in that world tryna flip it off a ticket
With my life all on the line say it hit off in the wrist
By that bridge it like a biscuit
Twenty-three is how the tip and this twenty-three ain't no pimp
All these bitches in the trap you think I hit a pimp
And keep that strat right on my waist so that's why I just limped in
Get out on my body pushin' past and countin' numbers
I do all my dirt solo cause I don't like to involve people
Like soon as you involve people
Yeah they feel like that like matter more than other people
Stylin' in them walls what they ain't do
Ain't no spillin' what they can't do
I ain't bring him in the first place cause I've been new
Had to get a new strat need to shoot somethin' new
Yeah the old strat and I was tore at how my palms rushed
I ain't been the same since I looked my dead homies more than in the eye
Yeah they hit me deep I ain't understand
Why I'm all alone only one left standing