[Verse]
Uh, from a city, if you want 'em, guns'll hit yo' off switch (Hit yo' off switch)
Plotted out then hit the backdoor and let yo' dog sin
Real niggas live forever, racks get yo' throat split (Uh)
Them hoes gon' be hoes, shit, they'll fuck yo' close kin
Might put a couple holes in 'em with this four-nick (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Fuck beefing over hoes, nigga, that's some ho shit (That's some ho shit)
I used to wrap up bricks, tell the vix' I'm Saint Nick (Uh)
This time is for the gusto, nigga, I'm all in (I'm all in)
My nigga been online, what I've been logged in
This a marathon and you got show in (Word?)
To get the bag right, I take a loss risk
Bet I check my stash, my shit flawless
I really live that life, I ain't just talkin'
I really got brothers who in a coffin
I rеally play the rearview whеn I'm parkin'
I really got a cougar like Ms. Parker
My youngin' really kill like, "What's my target?"
Learned from my losses, cold world got me heartless
From the dirty but I'm flossin'
Humble but still a monster
Never trust a soul, them niggas talkin' through the wire
The streets say they need that real shit, I'm they supplier
I ain't into reading comments 'cause I'm from the bottom where most niggas might get shot up
The neighbors want us locked up
The judge want us boxed up
Child of the ghetto like G-Dep but I'm God's son
Can't take none of my niggas to the Grammys, they might rob some'
I really ben through shit I could've died from
I really sold that shit the fiends get high from
I really been that nigga, nigga's actin' like I'm lyin' or somethin'
Lately I been feelin' like point 'em out, line 'em up
I really got the game from my mama, I'm her only son
Been through the struggle, you ain't the only one
Shot up the projects, what the homie done (Baow, baow)
I raped the game like it owe me some'
I air it out, shit, you don't know me, son (You don't know me, son)
Uh, from a city, if you want 'em, guns'll hit yo' off switch (Hit yo' off switch)
Plotted out then hit the backdoor and let yo' dog sin
Real niggas live forever, racks get yo' throat split (Uh)
Them hoes gon' be hoes, shit, they'll fuck yo' close kin
Might put a couple holes in 'em with this four-nick (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Fuck beefing over hoes, nigga, that's some ho shit (That's some ho shit)
I used to wrap up bricks, tell the vix' I'm Saint Nick (Uh)
This time is for the gusto, nigga, I'm all in (I'm all in)
My nigga been online, what I've been logged in
This a marathon and you got show in (Word?)
To get the bag right, I take a loss risk
Bet I check my stash, my shit flawless
I really live that life, I ain't just talkin'
I really got brothers who in a coffin
I rеally play the rearview whеn I'm parkin'
I really got a cougar like Ms. Parker
My youngin' really kill like, "What's my target?"
Learned from my losses, cold world got me heartless
From the dirty but I'm flossin'
Humble but still a monster
Never trust a soul, them niggas talkin' through the wire
The streets say they need that real shit, I'm they supplier
I ain't into reading comments 'cause I'm from the bottom where most niggas might get shot up
The neighbors want us locked up
The judge want us boxed up
Child of the ghetto like G-Dep but I'm God's son
Can't take none of my niggas to the Grammys, they might rob some'
I really ben through shit I could've died from
I really sold that shit the fiends get high from
I really been that nigga, nigga's actin' like I'm lyin' or somethin'
Lately I been feelin' like point 'em out, line 'em up
I really got the game from my mama, I'm her only son
Been through the struggle, you ain't the only one
Shot up the projects, what the homie done (Baow, baow)
I raped the game like it owe me some'
I air it out, shit, you don't know me, son (You don't know me, son)
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