[Intro]
I don't even wanna
(Southside)
Yeah, gang shit
Gang, gang (8-8-8-8...)
It's five in the morning in this bitch
[Verse]
Can't believe I made it (Uh-huh)
Used to wake up, get faded (Yeah)
This Hollywood shit was foreign to me like I just hopped off the slave ship
These niggas signing two million dollars, three-sixty deals, getting on some slave shit
Popped out on the opps with the Glock in my hand like, "Fuck it," I was on some brave shit
Me and lil' bro hop out, blaze shit (Baow)
We ain't need no special occasion (Baow, baow)
Now I go do two shows and come home with eighty, this shit brazy (Brazy)
This street shit out here changing (Uh)
Niggas signing affidavits (What the fuck?)
Want beef with me? I'm 'posed to be a street nigga, street nigga how I played it (Yeah)
I was on the block daily 'fore I got famous
77th to 79th, Yates to Kingston, it was all ranges
8AM, we up, on the way to target practice, them was our ranges
Them lil' No Limit niggas, stay away from 'em, they ass dangerous
They don't need no anger, they'll kill a stranger (What? Kill a stranger)
We ain't shoot from no angle (Uh), put that bitch in your brain, boy
Bang, boy, gang-gang, boy
Exotic pack, new thing, boy
It's going down in Illinois, them boys shootin' like Villanova
Ballin' like Kobe
Herbo, what you do? Get bored, hit Saks, spend twenty-four
Swervo, why you ain't got no feelings? 'Cause I'm gangster to the core
Perc' 30 make me fuck 'til she sore
Gotta go get a Plan B from the store
'Cause I just had a lil' boy, closet got more Gucci drip than yours
Keep at least a lil' fifty ball in the drawer
Withdraw a hundred, deposit four
Ain't gotta look over my shoulder no more
We went way, way up on the score (Yeah, yeah)
My crib way, way up on the floor (Uh)
Like fifty of them bitches above yours (Swervo)
And I get right off the plane, hop in the foreign, bonjour
Pull up in a foreign, bonjour
Who got a Bentley Sprinter? I'ma take that bitch on tour
Who got a new Draco? I'ma take that bitch on tour
Just got a brand new money counter, I'ma take that bitch for sure
They tryna ride my wave, they gon' take that bitch to shore
I'm living thug life like Tupac Shakur
Swervo, you always rap about Tupac Shakur
See you in the black Benz, I hope you got that Glock in yours
Niggas ain't takin' care of they business, you on top of yours (I'm on top of mine)
These hoes fucking up they paper, they ain't stopping yours (I'm on top of my grind)
Bought a portable studio, I'ma take that bitch on tour
All these niggas new shit trash, when you dropping yours?"(Shh)
Everybody claimin' they in they bag, when you gon' hop in yours?
Oh, you in the Jag'? I ride G12, fuck is that, a Ford? (Yoom)
Laughing at the rear view, high-speed with the jakes, fuck is that, a Ford? (Yoom)
Soon as we jumped on the E-way, they ain't even wanna chase no more (Yoom, yoom)
But I ain't been to the hood, they don't see my face no more
This shit got way too good to be true, I wasn't fightin' the case no more
Fuck what you do, Chiraq ain't safe no more
Lost Cap, I can't holler at my ace no more, mad zips to the face no more
Had Porsches and straights, did dirt out Accords, switch whips, hit Lakeshore
Seen what happened to that boy, I had to pour a four (Damn)
Deuces wasn't doing shit for me no more, I had to pour a four
Sodas and juices wasn't doing shit for me no more, I had to pour up raw
That shit get the best of me and I be ridin' snorin'
Wake up, think 'bout my dogs, next thing I know, I'm dropping some more
I was eighteen riding foreigns, bonjour (Bonjour)
Fucking cougars, would've tried to put this dick in some more (Ayy, ayy)
Still was fucking bitches my age, might've put dick in your daughter (Ayy, ayy)
Some days was broke as fuck, no homo, had my dick in the floor
Had to get shit in order
Thirty in the Ruger clip, I wish that bitch had some more in there
VVs in the Dweller, look like I hit that bitch in some water
BD, GD, Stone, whatever
Get some money 'cause I ain't have a quarter
Long live that nigga Zack TV, heard he had a daughter
The police here ain't solving murders, this ain't Law & Order
I don't even wanna
(Southside)
Yeah, gang shit
Gang, gang (8-8-8-8...)
It's five in the morning in this bitch
[Verse]
Can't believe I made it (Uh-huh)
Used to wake up, get faded (Yeah)
This Hollywood shit was foreign to me like I just hopped off the slave ship
These niggas signing two million dollars, three-sixty deals, getting on some slave shit
Popped out on the opps with the Glock in my hand like, "Fuck it," I was on some brave shit
Me and lil' bro hop out, blaze shit (Baow)
We ain't need no special occasion (Baow, baow)
Now I go do two shows and come home with eighty, this shit brazy (Brazy)
This street shit out here changing (Uh)
Niggas signing affidavits (What the fuck?)
Want beef with me? I'm 'posed to be a street nigga, street nigga how I played it (Yeah)
I was on the block daily 'fore I got famous
77th to 79th, Yates to Kingston, it was all ranges
8AM, we up, on the way to target practice, them was our ranges
Them lil' No Limit niggas, stay away from 'em, they ass dangerous
They don't need no anger, they'll kill a stranger (What? Kill a stranger)
We ain't shoot from no angle (Uh), put that bitch in your brain, boy
Bang, boy, gang-gang, boy
Exotic pack, new thing, boy
It's going down in Illinois, them boys shootin' like Villanova
Ballin' like Kobe
Herbo, what you do? Get bored, hit Saks, spend twenty-four
Swervo, why you ain't got no feelings? 'Cause I'm gangster to the core
Perc' 30 make me fuck 'til she sore
Gotta go get a Plan B from the store
'Cause I just had a lil' boy, closet got more Gucci drip than yours
Keep at least a lil' fifty ball in the drawer
Withdraw a hundred, deposit four
Ain't gotta look over my shoulder no more
We went way, way up on the score (Yeah, yeah)
My crib way, way up on the floor (Uh)
Like fifty of them bitches above yours (Swervo)
And I get right off the plane, hop in the foreign, bonjour
Pull up in a foreign, bonjour
Who got a Bentley Sprinter? I'ma take that bitch on tour
Who got a new Draco? I'ma take that bitch on tour
Just got a brand new money counter, I'ma take that bitch for sure
They tryna ride my wave, they gon' take that bitch to shore
I'm living thug life like Tupac Shakur
Swervo, you always rap about Tupac Shakur
See you in the black Benz, I hope you got that Glock in yours
Niggas ain't takin' care of they business, you on top of yours (I'm on top of mine)
These hoes fucking up they paper, they ain't stopping yours (I'm on top of my grind)
Bought a portable studio, I'ma take that bitch on tour
All these niggas new shit trash, when you dropping yours?"(Shh)
Everybody claimin' they in they bag, when you gon' hop in yours?
Oh, you in the Jag'? I ride G12, fuck is that, a Ford? (Yoom)
Laughing at the rear view, high-speed with the jakes, fuck is that, a Ford? (Yoom)
Soon as we jumped on the E-way, they ain't even wanna chase no more (Yoom, yoom)
But I ain't been to the hood, they don't see my face no more
This shit got way too good to be true, I wasn't fightin' the case no more
Fuck what you do, Chiraq ain't safe no more
Lost Cap, I can't holler at my ace no more, mad zips to the face no more
Had Porsches and straights, did dirt out Accords, switch whips, hit Lakeshore
Seen what happened to that boy, I had to pour a four (Damn)
Deuces wasn't doing shit for me no more, I had to pour a four
Sodas and juices wasn't doing shit for me no more, I had to pour up raw
That shit get the best of me and I be ridin' snorin'
Wake up, think 'bout my dogs, next thing I know, I'm dropping some more
I was eighteen riding foreigns, bonjour (Bonjour)
Fucking cougars, would've tried to put this dick in some more (Ayy, ayy)
Still was fucking bitches my age, might've put dick in your daughter (Ayy, ayy)
Some days was broke as fuck, no homo, had my dick in the floor
Had to get shit in order
Thirty in the Ruger clip, I wish that bitch had some more in there
VVs in the Dweller, look like I hit that bitch in some water
BD, GD, Stone, whatever
Get some money 'cause I ain't have a quarter
Long live that nigga Zack TV, heard he had a daughter
The police here ain't solving murders, this ain't Law & Order
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