Man them young killing bout nothing up at the spot with the choppers like nothin' Full fifty shots, clear the block nothin' If you made it from the bottom to the top like You don't owe a nigga Nothing, nothing, nothing, Nothing, nothing, nothing, You owe a nigga nothing Nothing, nothing, Nothing, nothing, nothing, You don't owe a
Put cups in the air, I'd like to make a toast In case it goes down, yeah you know I got my And when you really from the streets that's when they hate you And when you really got it then that's when they hate you him back in the day when we was gettin money Now every time I see the he be actin funny Don't you niggas see it? I'm a pressed for time Wanna talk about the past, told 'em press And I ain't what you sayin ho, you out of place I you feeling what I'm sprayin' yeah it's on my waist I'm trying to chill, smoke a with my lady friend So they can meet me at the in the latest Benz
Nigga you see me getting mine, you get yours Are you the one doing the or you gettin served? Or you the one doing the jackin, or you jacked Or you the one that's hard or you fallin' back And I don't believe in back, bitch I'm goin hard wanna see me fucked up, man I swear to God They that I fail, I'm praying that I rise I guess the hating didn't so now they tellin lies Oh he ain't did this, and he ain't did Boy keep it wit ya self, you know he lived that You ain't real, you don't em what they asking for Such a real nigga, the fuck you askin' fo'
And you don't even a nigga, what you hating for? And I ain't going nowhere so what you for? Beat the street, this rap cake and ice cream Fuck the selling words, bitch I sold ice the bottom to the top, that's a nice dream How you make it out I had a nice scheme And I don't owe a nigga shit, better get it Just a nigga stayed down each and every night on, yeah I broke down my own things Hands on, I counted up my own chains Fifties here, twenties over there You know the rest, nigga, fives and everywhere