(D-D-D-DJ FMCT)
I took a basic bitch and turned her to some candy
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
Turned her to some—
Felt at home, felt in love

I done took a basic bitch and turned her to some candy
Fillin' up my system with these drugs, I'm feelin' stranded
When you don't get that love
from your niggas, you feel abandoned
Thought I was gon' change 'cause that money came drastic
It's hard to beat these cases
when they got that shit on camera
Seen that shit on camera, I told them niggas
"I need answers"
So many funerals, you gotta lock in with the pastor
When you broke, they love you more
money come, you'll get to clashin'
Pull up to my hood
everybody gon' pop outside with a ski-mask
When you say, "It's war, " for that check
they shoot up your repast
Hungry nights, you ain't got no food
you'll go to sleep fast
By your side, when you at your lowest
they'll try to leave fast

I need prescriptions to feel like I'm gifted (Gifted)
I take care of my niggas and God is my witness

When you hear rumors come
from your niggas, that shit hit different
(Shit hit different)
When you really got it out the mud
that's a big difference
Streets know that they can't play
with my name, I bitched the big niggas
Fell out with my dawgs some weeks ago
I gotta get with 'em (I gotta get with 'em)
Niggas postin' all them guns gon' get us all indicted
Cut ties with third-party hoods
'cause they ass felt entitled
You ain't from my block, you don't even know us
foenem don't even like you (Snitches)
Snitches praisin' snitches, niggas bitches
that shit black and whited
I done took a basic bitch and turned her to some candy
I take care of my people, can't nobody say I'm stingy
Foenem think I changed, don't pop out as they pay me
Always stay the same, but that money came in handy, uh

I need prescriptions to feel like I'm gifted (Gifted)
I take care of my niggas and God is my witness