[Intro: Jay Rock]
Nigga I’m 'bout that, 'bout that, 'bout that
Nigga I’m 'bout that, 'bout that, 'bout that
Nigga I’m bout that, show you why I’m 'bout that
No mask, dirty pistols show you why I’m 'bout that
[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
I’m in the hood all day broken plumbing
Sew a nigga down for anything just to get some money
The homie cousin down from Oklahoma, tryna work him a spot
It ain’t gone work in his favor if I don’t see no paper, I’m mad
Frustrated, you can say doing bad
Took a loss, to bounce back, I need a brick and a half
You ain’t gon’ front me? I’m on your front steps like the mailman
Better yet your backdoor, you dead on your back porch
Cooperate or get laid down
Got nine ounces on the table, get ‘em right now
It’s cutthroat in these projects, young niggas would rob they own uncle
Blame it on the next nigga and kill ‘em when they want to
Raised in the jungle, orangutans and Rah-Rah
Twelve-year-olds hold backpacks with Blah-Blahs
You wonder why we act this way?
It’s the end of the month, you know that them checks come late!
[Hook: Jay Rock]
I make everybody feel it when I’m on one
Make ‘em feel it when I’m on one
I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I’m on one
Nigga I’m ‘bout that (‘bout that)
I show you why I’m ‘bout that
No mask, dirty pistols show you why I’m ‘bout that
I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I’m on one
Nigga I’m 'bout that, 'bout that, 'bout that
Nigga I’m 'bout that, 'bout that, 'bout that
Nigga I’m bout that, show you why I’m 'bout that
No mask, dirty pistols show you why I’m 'bout that
[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
I’m in the hood all day broken plumbing
Sew a nigga down for anything just to get some money
The homie cousin down from Oklahoma, tryna work him a spot
It ain’t gone work in his favor if I don’t see no paper, I’m mad
Frustrated, you can say doing bad
Took a loss, to bounce back, I need a brick and a half
You ain’t gon’ front me? I’m on your front steps like the mailman
Better yet your backdoor, you dead on your back porch
Cooperate or get laid down
Got nine ounces on the table, get ‘em right now
It’s cutthroat in these projects, young niggas would rob they own uncle
Blame it on the next nigga and kill ‘em when they want to
Raised in the jungle, orangutans and Rah-Rah
Twelve-year-olds hold backpacks with Blah-Blahs
You wonder why we act this way?
It’s the end of the month, you know that them checks come late!
[Hook: Jay Rock]
I make everybody feel it when I’m on one
Make ‘em feel it when I’m on one
I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I’m on one
Nigga I’m ‘bout that (‘bout that)
I show you why I’m ‘bout that
No mask, dirty pistols show you why I’m ‘bout that
I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I’m on one
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