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