If you ain't with me tell me why
Tell me why my hands so tired
Fuck that bitch, she stole my pride
5.56, these bullets knock like police tryna break inside
R-ride with ties
Paper trails and dollar signs
I smoke that, I smoke that fire
T-tell me, t-tell me why, just tell me why
Tell me why my hands so tired
Fuck that bitch, she stole my pride
5.56, these bullets knock like police tryna break inside
R-ride with ties
Paper trails and dollar signs
I smoke that, I smoke that fire
Tell me, t-tell me why, just tell me why

Tell me why my pain still comin'
I notice when I'm smokin', bitch, my money never foldin'
I got bullets in the trunk, all-all my brothers shoot to kill
I-I got properties and trusts, I light that pressure just to feel
Spendin' your rent up on this meal
Took in that check, I signed that deal
Letting–letting off fire, bet I crank that seal
Bitch, I take my time when I'm off that pill
Who in the fuck said I fell? Get real
Seven figure, baby, you will never get here
R-Ridin' in the Benz, Sly Cooper in the field
And I piss off bitches 'cause I've never been healed
See you wanna try to be me but your bank is too lil

If you ain't with me tell me why
Tell me why my hands so tired
Fuck that bitch, she stole my pride
5.56, these bullets knock like police tryna break inside
R-ride with ties
Paper trails and dollar signs
I smoke that, I smoke that fire
T-tell me, t-tell me why, just tell me why
Tell me why my hands so tired
Fuck that bitch, she stole my pride
5.56, these bullets knock like police tryna break inside
R-ride with ties
Paper trails and dollar signs
I smoke that, I smoke that fire
Tell me, t-tell me why, just tell me why