Yeah, yeah, the fuck I gotta worry about now? you think after weatherin' the storm And comin' from the extremes I came You I'ma call all the way and get scared?
Nah nigga motherfuckin' win Nigga if all shit go out the window right now man I'm all too familiar this shit My nigga I'm straight ya dig? Please believe that man hey
You can the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes Just gimme a couple of O's, me off at the sto' And I'm straight hey shawty, I'm
Hey you can keep the dancers and the The plexers and the Let me fill up my Impala, boy at my partners And I'm straight hey shawty I'm
I gotta of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist A lot of glamour and glit's but shawty I need that My beginnin' was a humble one, a I'ma son of one Taught me how to number run, I went from that to one
Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab another one Sold my little three east and said I need another gun The littlest in the trap, and got it poppin' some bubblegum Junkies hatin' on my stacks, I'm nuttin' but a young
Buck, say, What? Then he see me raise up Just wanna see the little boy wit' nuts Old whole face soon 'Cause I the nigga's whole face up Wet the nigga from the up
They try you once and you a fall And then 'em shaw' don't play wit 'em I'm fourteen in the dope game and care of catchin' no case bruh You can sell to me, that's
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 some cocaine and some wood I can slang And I'm straight hey, shawty I'm
Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the Well-known in the town that I'm holdin' it So I'm hey shawty I'm straight
Okay now, now I spit it, I spit it how I live it Every verse I ever ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction I'ma Livin' Legend no stuntin', no You can check my record, I'm highly respected
I'ma gangsta in the game, go ask Wayne Ask Judge Johnson, how times he saw my face For, here, pistol there,' 'violation here, violation here' ask Rank, I ran the jail when I was there
I held it down, ever I go When I'm in the A wit' the King, or in Detroit in the I'ma pro, whether it's snow or movin' 'dro between me and you, I can get it for the low
But that's nuttin', everybody say they story Mine on 'Larry King,' theirs is on 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 a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto' And I'm hey shawty, I'm straight
Hey you can the dancers and the boppers The and the poppers Let me up my Impala, boy holla at my partners And I'm hey shawty I'm straight
Snowman bitch, I two seaters It's a cold world, so I keep two I'm straight, you betta ask Matter fact you can just ask me me
A over aggressive, yeah, I just might be But half the in the hood just like me damn You wonder why a nigga eight balls all day? You try standin' around wit' eight balls all day
pray for me, I don't know nothin' else Why should I help you, you ain't tryin' to help yourself I came in this game, out the streets, yeah Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my on these beats, yeah
Fuck 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 gimme some 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 known in the town 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 'king' shit, what I'm sayin'? On the cool y'know young nigga T.I. out there Said he was the king of the
He a whole lotta niggaz' feathers But niggaz didn't really understand the nigga was talkin 'bout Y'know and uh so everybody had it but Me I understood from the get go that what the nigga was to put In these stupid ass niggaz' faces
Was the fact that it's a whole bunch of kings down And as long as you takin' care of yo' And doin' king shit you a What these niggaz shoulda 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 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 niggaz out Talkin' 'bout they this and they that, but they really ain't doin'
'Cause they motherfuckin' paper right When I see them in the street, they fake Know what I'm 'bout? shit ain't cut right, ya shit ain't right Shit cloudy and chipped up, know what I'm talkin And niggaz talkin 'bout they trill niggaz'
Don't even what the motherfuckin' word mean Know what I'm talkin 'bout? This comin' the O.G. style trill Know I'm talkin 'bout? Not these ol' fake ass niggaz to come on the scene later on and tryin' to take glory for some shit Some other niggaz paid dues for, know I'm talkin 'bout?
So this is what is, we bringin' Georgia and together All you ol' bitch ass niggaz that ain't down wit' the Move on to the side, all you old school rappers 'Pac say You niggaz flabby, lookin' like Larry Back yo bitch ass up and, and, and, and move for the south 'Cause our time to shine, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Now let's do this