Red Sox Juvenile (Ft. Young Thug)

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
I take it, you niggas think I'm a fake
It's all in your face, I can see ya hate
I ain't doing good, I'm doing great
We been living in the ghetto to estates
You a pussy nigga, you ain't gon' relate
But these bitches gon' do what a nigga say
I start with A and then end with a K
I'm home these bitches get in the way
Man, I hunt a nigga down with the choppa
Circle round this whole town like a helicopter
Down for whatever, coke, pounds or whatever
I was raised in a broken house, I know no better
Nigga put in the bag, boy you a fag
I knew my mamma very well, I ain't know my dad
Camouflage rags up in the air
Got some soldiers over here, soldiers over there
Bust a nigga in the club, he need Obamacare
I bet I put you in the grave before your mama there
Peeling off in the Rover ya'll saw me
Got to send ' em shout out to the drunkest young boy
Lil' nigga with a trunk full of narcotic
I got every pill except an antibiotic
''S'' on my chest got me feeling bionic
You can roll a nigga in paper, I'm chronic