Yeah, yeah, what the I gotta worry about now? Nigga you think weatherin' the storm And comin' from the I came from You I'ma call all the way and get scared?
Nah nigga motherfuckin' win Nigga if all this go out the window right now man I'm all too familiar with this My nigga I'm straight ya dig? Please that shit man hey
You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the Just gimme a of O's, drop me off at the sto' 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 holla at my And I'm hey shawty I'm straight
I gotta couple of V's the kits, MPV's on my wrist A lot of glamour and glit's but I don't need that My beginnin' was a humble one, a I'ma son of one Taught me how to number run, I went that to number one
Had a hundred ones, I a slab flipped another one Sold my three eighty east and said I need another gun The littlest in the trap, and got it like some bubblegum hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin' but a young
Buck, niggaz say, Then he see me raise up Just wanna see the little boy wit' nuts Old niggaz face soon 'Cause I spray the nigga's whole up Wet the nigga the waist up
They try you once and you a fall And then tell 'em don't play wit 'em I'm fourteen in the dope game and care of catchin' no case bruh You can sell to me, intentionally
Another that it's too late for Hey wait bruh, bet any came from that? Who it all the day I bet he say he changed that
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, shawty I'm
Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the and the crown Well-known in the that I'm holdin' it down So I'm straight hey I'm straight
now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live it Every I ever gave ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction Livin' Legend no stuntin', no reppin' You can check my track record, I'm respected
gangsta in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne Ask Judge Johnson, how many he saw my face For, here, pistol there,' 'violation here, violation here' Betta ask Rank, I ran the jail I was there
I held it down, where I go I'm in the A wit' the King, or in Detroit in the snow I'ma pro, whether it's movin' snow or movin' between me and you, I can get it for the low
But that's nuttin', everybody say they gotta Mine on King,' theirs is on 'Maury' At the end of the day, it to won't go away 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 straight hey shawty, I'm
Hey you can the dancers and the boppers The plexers and the Let me up my Impala, boy holla at my partners And I'm straight hey shawty I'm
Snowman bitch, I ride two It's a cold world, so I two heaters I'm straight, you ask somebody Matter fact nigga you can ask me me
A little aggressive, yeah, I just might be But the niggaz in the hood just like me damn You why a nigga talk eight balls all day? You should try standin' around wit' eight all day
Somebody pray for me, I don't nothin' else Why should I help you, when you tryin' to help yourself I came in game, fresh out the streets, yeah Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my on these beats, yeah
bein' broke, this a reality check While you mad at ya girl, ya check reality Gotta 'fore you walk, you gotta think before you talk Damn right they gon' hate, 'cause them niggaz straight
Hey you can keep the and the fame, the haters and the lames Just some cocaine and some wood I can slang And I'm straight hey, shawty I'm
Hey you can keep the and the clowns, the throne and the crown Well in the town that I'm holdin' it down So I'm straight hey shawty I'm
Say what it do? Young Pimp C know what I'm talkin Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some 'king' shit, know I'm sayin'? On the y'know young nigga T.I. jumped out there he was the king of the south
He ruffled a lotta niggaz' feathers But niggaz didn't really what the nigga was talkin 'bout Y'know and uh so had it twisted but Me I understood from the get go that what the was tryin' to put In these motherfuckin' stupid ass niggaz'
Was the fact that it's a whole bunch of kings here And as long as you takin' of yo' business And king shit you a king What these niggaz been tryin' to do Was tryin' to get close to the And get understandin' about the type of game He was tryin' to put in these niggaz' ear holes
Understand what I'm So I'm layin' back I'm the game from the sideline Know what I'm talkin' And I'm seein' all these ol' pussy ass out here Talkin' 'bout they this and they that, but they really ain't nothin'
'Cause they paper ain't right When I see them in the street, they diamonds Know what I'm 'bout? They shit cut right, ya shit ain't right Shit and chipped up, know what I'm talkin 'bout? And them niggaz talkin 'bout trill niggaz'
Don't even what the motherfuckin' word mean Know what I'm talkin 'bout? comin' from the O.G. style trill Know what I'm 'bout? Not these ol' fake ass niggaz Tryin' to on the scene later on and tryin' to take glory for some shit Some other niggaz paid dues for, 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 Move on to the side, all you old rappers like 'Pac say You niggaz flabby, like Larry Holmes Back yo bitch ass up and, and, and, and move for the south 'Cause it's our time to shine, know what I'm talkin' Now let's do shit