Heard your man was in there singing for his life
They was calling him maestro
Cause time that heavy can crush
When you pay a nigga back, like it's layaway, whispering "die slow"
The last words you hear in the trunk

Have my man shoot ya block
I'ma send his ass far as the flight go
Ain't worried bout ducking a judge
Keep frontin for ya bitches
Cause any minute repo might show
You know that shit up in a month

Diamonds, the light show
Looking like the sun in the club
If you re-ing up with us then your credit score gotta be
F.I.C.O. I'm talkin' 850 or bust
See you really real power when you make niggas balance on tight ropes
They know they not much for the blood