[Hook: Easy to see, when you at me I'm a CCC nigga, yeah I rap now Moving mix tapes, from to city But we heard, that them people trying to it and crack down Only see fee's, so you see me Getting my cheddar together, you I gotta stack now Everybody has their time to shine, and now it's So step aside and stand in
(*talking*) Hold up man, Color Changin' in here mayn and Rasaq's, Ghetto Status You know I'm saying, we gotta get underground money grind, Rasaq the new blood in the Color Changin' Click And we gon it down man, know I'm tal'n bout
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Wanted in six states, for murdering mix And ice on my arm, make a feel like his wrist raped Pass me a melody, my rap is a (they not gon you) I know nigga, that's just jealousy If you got in your blood, there's no actual remedy But let me ask you a question, who's cash them or me While niggaz running they mouth, sitting up in they I'm my routes thugging it out, putting rocks up in my mouth teeth, look like it's covered in glass My demeanor say I'm ghetto, my say I'm upper-class I'm in the hood, the guns that go blast bust in your ass, some niggaz don't trust God all they trust is cash I'm where fiends with work, they don't you They just look in your soul, they don't got to ask you The cops don't you, nah they turn around And your car, and see if a burner's found But my bout to turn around, them hoochies turn around When they see them wheels, turn Some niggaz don't what it takes, to make this money You wanna take this money, come it from me this money, leave your shirt draped and bloody In this you gotta be a ape, don't make me ugly
Nigga I grind summer to summer, trying to go from Hooptie to Hummer I'm a ghetto nigga, I'm a stunner I at your woman, like nigga you don't want her Undoing her buttons, acting I'ma give her loot but I'm fronting I usually dump em, I 'em and bump em To the curb then swerve, nigga to do this is My air tight, like Glad-lock zipper bags I gladly the game up, and nigga kiss your ass Goodbye, my is throwed my hooks is fly I'm do', but no nigga good try I my do', and bet it all on me True a baller forward nigga, all on me Sometimes I feel the ghetto, just on me To me to y'all, and y'all to me My is sagging, and a wife beater down Your wife here, nigga I might beat her down While she creep around, and around Her husband just heard it word of mouth, he to leave her now Shh nigga keep it down, the laws trying to around And a nigga to jail, if the heat is found So bring the speaking