text: Rest in power, its all about power
  Squeeze two lemons together and really all youll have is sour
  Diesel, niggasll smoke your ass to have the juice
  Riding around in an all black coupe
  Couple of pigeons thats ready to shoot, shit
  Ducking and bucking and dodging and dropping
  With 48 ounces and cigarette butts
  Fucking around with the up echelon
  They will turn you to cubes and I hope you be gone
  Envelope, overload, cranium overdose
  Denny Cascade, what the fuck is the halves
  Click clack, get powed, bitch, its a wrap
  Tierra my witness, I pray for a nap
  Youngin and restless, return with a past
  Key in ignition, foot on the gas
  None of you niggas is acting that jab
  Gold teeth in the Glock and a Cybertech mask
  Ring gun, particles, turn you into molecules
  Planet shrooms, planet shrooms, Ill take you to my panic room
  Yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  All these niggas stealin my style, can I get my flow back?
  Yeah, bop on that bitch like Kodak
  Yeah, bitch, you know that
  Yeah, I push your shit all back 
  Told that bitch I got money, ayy 
  Countin them hundreds, its nothing, ayy
  Told that lil bitch I got money, ayy
  Told that lil bitch thats it nothing, ayy 
  Hit that bitch right from the back, she got turkey, I knock out that bitch like its stuffing, yeah 
  Told that lil bitch that Im with it
  Told that lil bitch that Im with it
  Ayy, wait, 21, Lil Boat, yeah 
  Denzel Curry cut your throat, yeah 
  Kodak do the most, yeah 
  Told that lil bitch I got all the money 
  I swear this shit is just nothing 
  I just be dancin right up on that bitch, yeah
  What you be stuntin?
  That boy not gang, no, that boy not my friend
  I hang with my gang, the same gang that felt all of my pain
  When I was struggling through the rain
  When I had no guap with no ice
  Wasnt no food but rice
  All of these bitches they want me but they get one night
  Fuck em, I give a fuck what you sayin
  Bitch nigga know I aint playing
  Im bout my fetty
  Sailing Team armored, we ready
  Fuck up that nigga if he talk out too heavy
  Im bout it, chains on my neck cost me twenty
  Look at your diamonds
  Your diamonds look cloudy, they fake
  Young nigga in the Gucci Stans
  Fuck with me if you wanna die
  Young nigga, I dont wear no suit and ties
  Fuck no
  Lil Boat!
  21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21
  I sent my bitch to the store ‘cause we ran out of soda 
  Bitch, Im tryna cook this yola 
  Hundred round drum on the bottom of that shit 
  Chop a nigga down like a fucking lawnmower 
  AK-47 round my motherfucking shoulder 
  Pull up in a Rover, then I pulled off on a Fisker
  Pulled up on your bitch, she sucked my dick
  And then you kissed her 
  Young Savage, bitch
  And I dont play round with them swishers 
  I just smoke them woods 
  Bitch, Im from the hood 
  Zone 6, Bouldercrest Road, you cant go there
  21 Gang, bitch, yeah 
  Im in NYC, I think I got a fucking show there 
  Hold up, Rollie on my wrist
  Rollie on my bitch , 30 on my waist 
  30 to your face , 60 to your face 
  90 to your face , thats a closed case 
  You an old nigga, man, you washed up
  Young Savage, man, I got my car washed up
  Pulled up on a motherfucking nigga, wrapped up 
  Then I pulled up in a motherfucking Brinks truck
  21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21
  Who the fuck picked this lil sorry ass beat?
  Im from the ugly corner, man, them lil sour ass streets
  Damn, homie, Im the one who let your starving ass eat
  And you was hungry, I aint have to let your sorry ass eat
  My cousin G-Wayne got off of manslaughter last week
  Gave my dog a buck fifty, that nigga brought me back three
  Im a— a niggas broad and get up all in them cheeks
  Tied, they dead flies