[Tech I used to press my Dickies with Flo Sold pieces for my reli, peso Now they want me with nothin cause I let my pay So I hop inside of my Mercedes and let the go... On you hatin ass I deserve everything I get, A cash getter I puttin the 2 on the 10 I'm vast figures You bitter, mad Wanna be fakin class us How they thinkin they gonna and conquer us? Mini Cooper hatin on a monster truck Ponder such, I'll have you up in yonder, Not a nare nutta brotha stutter conjure a... Nothin, Nathin, The Ruger's Inside of ya head is what's soundin like bassin Boom, Bing, All you haters in the game, Strange lane aim Aint a thang sane, I get it in Want some drama? I can fit it in We can make it so you're no a citizen Suction beneath you We just a little All I'm bringin the bucks in
They wanna me with nothin (Huh uh) But they talkin about nothin (Huh uh) So I trippin on nothin (Huh uh) come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)
They leave me with nothin (Huh uh) But they aint talkin about (Huh uh) So I aint on nothin (Huh uh) They to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)
[Big On the block it was hot to not to run from the I used to cop and used to And my rocks at Ms. Scott's And on the late at Ms. White's I'm fuckin with Will, We to play fight Then one night, We came up Vill Young thugs dump hungry for meals Young jumped blood Nigga itchin for was real in the field, man This was too real my homies to this shit, man This is for real But nigga, Nowadays the They go on the hustla All pussy niggaz lackin So us real suffer Not for me no more hoes in the game Since I smell paper foldin, man I with Strange Pour some whiskey, with me the Feds if they miss me They aint for me now nigga, Bet they don't get me So all you muthafuckin sucka niggaz wishin me Big homie, Strange Resurrection, I'm
They wanna leave me nothin (Huh uh) But aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh) So I aint on nothin (Huh uh) They come to get me, I'm (Uh huh)
wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh) But they aint talkin about (Huh uh) So I aint trippin on (Huh uh) They come to get me, I'm bustin, (Uh huh)
Marv] All I do is dope and nigga talk bricks Talk with bananas and talk Ride around and smoke kush the yurner on me Drink them champagne bottles the flower on 'em All that loud will get a nigga a hit You see cherry red chucks? Yeah, I'm with the I bounce out, man I hit 'em up and I'll up with you We get 'em up I still wear a gold grill, 10 the bottom They call me 19-5 cause a got 'em Click-Clack, get yanked on There's been alotta hatin, Since I came a nigga do, homie It's Federal and come with numbers in the level 4 They bee a nigga dead, man But nathin, fuck them muthafuckaz They could hatin
They leave me with nothin (Huh uh) But they aint talkin about (Huh uh) So I aint trippin on (Huh uh) They to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)
They wanna leave me with (Huh uh) But they aint talkin about (Huh uh) So I trippin on nothin (Huh uh) They come to get me, I'm bustin, (Uh huh)