Yeah, yeah, what the I gotta worry about now? Nigga you after weatherin' the storm And comin' from the I came from You think call all the way and get scared?
Nah I'ma motherfuckin' win Nigga if all shit go out the window right now man I'm all too familiar with shit My I'm straight ya dig? Please believe 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 hey shawty, I'm straight
Hey you can keep the and the boppers The and the poppers Let me fill up my Impala, boy at my partners And I'm straight hey shawty I'm
I couple of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist A lot of glamour and glit's but 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 hundred ones, I bought a flipped another one Sold my little three east and said I need another gun The littlest in the trap, and got it poppin' some bubblegum hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin' but a young
Buck, say, What? Then he see me raise up Just see the little boy wit' nuts exchange Old niggaz whole face I spray the nigga's whole face up Wet the from the waist up
They try you and you pull a fall And then tell 'em shaw' play wit 'em I'm fourteen in the dope game and don't of catchin' no case bruh You can sell to me, that's
Another nigga that it's too for Hey wait bruh, bet any came from that? Who it all the day I bet he say he from that
Hey you can keep the and the fame, the haters and the lames Just gimme some cocaine and some wood I can And I'm straight hey, shawty I'm
Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the and the crown in the town that I'm holdin' it down So I'm hey shawty I'm straight
Okay now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I it Every I ever gave ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction I'ma Livin' no stuntin', no reppin' You can check my track record, I'm respected
I'ma 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 when I was there
I held it down, ever I go When I'm in the A the King, or in Detroit in the snow I'ma pro, whether it's 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 to won't go away I The Heart of the Streetz that you pray
You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the Just gimme a couple of O's, me off at the sto' And I'm straight hey shawty, I'm
Hey you can the dancers and the boppers The and the poppers Let me fill up my Impala, boy at my partners And I'm straight hey I'm straight
bitch, I ride two seaters It's a world, so I keep two heaters I'm straight, you ask somebody Matter fact nigga you can ask me me
A little over aggressive, yeah, I just be But half the niggaz in the just like me damn You why a nigga talk eight balls all day? You should try standin' around wit' eight all day
Somebody for me, I don't know nothin' else Why should I help you, you ain't tryin' to help yourself I in this game, fresh out the streets, yeah Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my on these beats, yeah
Fuck bein' broke, this a reality While you mad at ya girl, ya check reality Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, you gotta before you talk Damn they gon' hate, 'cause them niggaz aren't straight
Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the Just gimme some and some wood I can slang And I'm straight hey, I'm straight
Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the Well known in the that I'm holdin' it down So I'm straight hey I'm straight
Say it do? Young Pimp C know what I'm talkin 'bout? Yeah, want me to speak on some 'king' shit, know what I'm sayin'? On the cool y'know young T.I. jumped out there Said he was the king of the
He ruffled a whole lotta niggaz' But niggaz didn't really understand what the nigga was 'bout Y'know and uh so had it twisted but Me I understood from the get go that the nigga was tryin' to put In these stupid ass niggaz' faces
Was the fact that it's a whole bunch of kings here And as as you takin' care of yo' business And doin' king you a king What these shoulda been tryin' to do Was tryin' to get close to the And get some understandin' the type of game He was to put in these motherfuckin' niggaz' ear holes
Understand I'm sayin'? So I'm layin' back I'm watchin' the game 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 really ain't doin' nothin'
'Cause they motherfuckin' paper right When I see them in the street, they diamonds Know I'm talkin 'bout? shit ain't 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 know the motherfuckin' word mean Know what I'm talkin 'bout? This comin' from the O.G. trill Know what I'm talkin Not these ol' fake ass niggaz Tryin' to come on the scene on and tryin' to take glory for some shit Some other niggaz paid for, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
So this is what is, we bringin' and Texas together All you ol' bitch ass niggaz that ain't down wit' the Move on to the side, all you old school rappers like say You flabby, lookin' like Larry Holmes Back yo bitch ass up and, and, and, and around for the south 'Cause it's our time to shine, know I'm talkin' 'bout? Now let's do this