Yeah, yeah, what the fuck I gotta worry now? Nigga you think weatherin' the storm And comin' from the extremes I came You think I'ma all the way and get scared?
Nah I'ma motherfuckin' win Nigga if all this go out the window right now man I'm all too familiar this shit My nigga I'm straight ya dig? Please that shit man hey
You can keep the car, the clothes, the and the hoes Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the And I'm straight hey shawty, I'm
Hey you can the dancers and the boppers The plexers and the Let me fill up my Impala, boy at my partners And I'm straight hey I'm straight
I gotta of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist A lot of glamour and but shawty I don't need that My was a humble one, a hustler I'ma son of one Taught me how to number run, I from that to number one
Had a ones, I bought a slab flipped another one my little three eighty east and said I need another gun The in the trap, and got it poppin' like some bubblegum Junkies hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin' but a
Buck, niggaz say, What? Then he see me up Just wanna see the boy wit' nuts exchange Old niggaz face soon 'Cause I spray the whole face up Wet the nigga from the up
They try you and you pull a fall And then 'em shaw' don't play wit 'em I'm fourteen in the dope and don't care of catchin' no case bruh You can sell to me, intentionally
Another that it's too late for Hey wait bruh, bet any nigga from that? Who it all the day I bet he say he changed that
Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the and the lames Just some cocaine and some wood I can slang And I'm straight hey, I'm straight
Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the and the crown Well-known in the town that I'm holdin' it So I'm hey shawty I'm straight
Okay now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I it verse I ever gave ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction I'ma Livin' no stuntin', no reppin' You can my track record, I'm highly respected
I'ma gangsta in the game, go ask Wayne Ask Johnson, how many times he saw my face For, 'pistol here, pistol there,' here, violation here' Betta ask Rank, I ran the when I was there
I it down, where ever I go I'm in the A wit' the King, or in Detroit in the snow I'ma pro, it's movin' snow or movin' 'dro That's me and you, I can get it for the low
But that's nuttin', say they gotta story Mine on 'Larry King,' is on 'Maury' At the end of the day, it seems to won't go I guarantee The of the Streetz that you pray
You can the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the And I'm hey shawty, I'm straight
Hey you can keep the dancers and the The and the poppers Let me fill up my Impala, boy at my partners And I'm straight hey shawty I'm
Snowman bitch, I two seaters It's a cold world, so I two heaters I'm straight, you betta ask Matter nigga you can just ask me me
A little over aggressive, yeah, I just be But half the niggaz in the hood like me damn You wonder why a nigga talk eight balls all You should try standin' around wit' eight all day
Somebody pray for me, I don't know else Why I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself I came in this game, fresh out the streets, Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my life on beats, yeah
Fuck bein' broke, this a reality While you mad at ya girl, ya betta reality crawl 'fore you walk, you gotta think before you talk Damn right they gon' hate, 'cause them niggaz aren't
Hey you can the game and the fame, the haters and the lames Just gimme some cocaine and wood I can slang And I'm straight hey, I'm straight
Hey you can the clones and the clowns, the throne and the crown Well in the town that I'm holdin' it down So I'm straight hey I'm straight
Say what it do? Young C know what I'm talkin 'bout? Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some shit, know what I'm sayin'? On the y'know young nigga T.I. jumped out there Said he was the of the south
He ruffled a lotta niggaz' feathers But niggaz didn't understand what the nigga was talkin 'bout Y'know and uh so had it twisted but Me I from the get go that what the nigga was tryin' to put In these motherfuckin' ass niggaz' faces
Was the that it's a whole bunch of kings down here And as long as you care of yo' business And doin' king shit you a What niggaz shoulda been tryin' to do Was tryin' to get close to the And get some about the type of game He was tryin' to put in these motherfuckin' niggaz' ear
Understand I'm sayin'? So I'm layin' back I'm watchin' the game from the Know I'm talkin' 'bout? And I'm all these ol' pussy ass niggaz out here Talkin' 'bout they and they that, but they really ain't doin' nothin'
'Cause they paper ain't right I see them in the street, they diamonds fake Know what I'm 'bout? They shit ain't cut right, ya ain't right cloudy and chipped up, know what I'm talkin 'bout? And them niggaz talkin they trill niggaz'
Don't know what the motherfuckin' word mean what I'm talkin 'bout? This comin' from the O.G. style trill Know I'm talkin 'bout? Not these ol' fake ass niggaz Tryin' to come on the later on and tryin' to take glory for some shit Some niggaz paid dues for, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
So this is is, we bringin' Georgia and Texas together All you ol' bitch ass niggaz that ain't wit' the play on to the side, all you old school rappers like 'Pac say You niggaz flabby, like Larry Holmes yo bitch ass up and, and, and, and move around for the south 'Cause our time to shine, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Now let's do this