[Chorus: Ralo]
I am not the one to beef with
I'm the nigga you should be with
We go to war on the defense
We should have more on the begin
How could they tell me that I wouldn't win?
Tell all the coaches to put me back in
I just want money, I don't want a friend
Fuck it, I'm goin' back in
[Verse 1: Ralo]
Y'all is not wanting these problems
You hit one my partners, get hit with them choppers
Tell them can't nobody stop us
Lil brother just took that shit harder
Tell your nigga keep my name out his mouth
Tell your bitch to keep my thang out her mouth
I came in your house and I came in her mouth
You need to kick that lil stankin' bitch out
Ridin' 'round, poppin' pain pills
They just killed my unc in Gainesville
They tried to hit me with R.I.C.O. Act
Tell 'em that mill need Rico back
I think that they mad that I built the empire
I walked through that fire, we never retire
My pockets on Lizzy McQuire
I make more notes than the choir
They can't deny it, they put their trust in the bible
I put my trust in a rifle, I'm a survivor
How could they say I was trash, how could they talk 'bout me bad?
I just went harder, I didn't get mad
Now I get ten bags a show on they ass
I made more money than my mom and dad
I bought them more shit than they ever had, yeah
I am not the one to beef with
I'm the nigga you should be with
We go to war on the defense
We should have more on the begin
How could they tell me that I wouldn't win?
Tell all the coaches to put me back in
I just want money, I don't want a friend
Fuck it, I'm goin' back in
[Verse 1: Ralo]
Y'all is not wanting these problems
You hit one my partners, get hit with them choppers
Tell them can't nobody stop us
Lil brother just took that shit harder
Tell your nigga keep my name out his mouth
Tell your bitch to keep my thang out her mouth
I came in your house and I came in her mouth
You need to kick that lil stankin' bitch out
Ridin' 'round, poppin' pain pills
They just killed my unc in Gainesville
They tried to hit me with R.I.C.O. Act
Tell 'em that mill need Rico back
I think that they mad that I built the empire
I walked through that fire, we never retire
My pockets on Lizzy McQuire
I make more notes than the choir
They can't deny it, they put their trust in the bible
I put my trust in a rifle, I'm a survivor
How could they say I was trash, how could they talk 'bout me bad?
I just went harder, I didn't get mad
Now I get ten bags a show on they ass
I made more money than my mom and dad
I bought them more shit than they ever had, yeah
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