I’mma survivor and I stack a lot of bands padna’ I get betta’ and betta’ in and out the can padna’ Fuckin’ all them hoes never meant a lot [?] rounds, sippin drank, me and bird in the drop All my niggas onehunnit plus they be quick to squeeze Keep it onehunnit lie once I never believe On Sherwood Forest with a half I’m bout to stop and z
Smoke somethin’, fuck my bitch, and afta’ that I gotta leave Get back to the yo and drop some hits work on my new cd Protected, don’t need no security, keep my .223 Niggas shot at me and missed, so I told ’em pray He gon need God, when I shoot I’m goin’ for the face I only fuck with silent niggas keep that popper with me Big stacks, ain’t no dollas in it straight hunnits and fifties Pull ’em out in front a nigga bitch now she wanna fuck with me All because I rap, and I’m the hottest yungin’ in the city
I’mma dive behind my daughter and that’s on my daughter Guns don’t kill people, people with daughters be cautious I used to struggle out the mud stay clutchin tha’ .40 Now I’m up with double cups, bands and diamonds flossin’ Flash them racks, I used to do, cause I ain’t have shit Fuckin’ nigga’s hoe that’s talkin cause he got a bad bitch My guards always up you gon’ get spanked tryin’ that crash shit You in yo feelings bout a hoe Yo hoe the one who gag dick
Everybody show me love cause I’m a real nigga Don’t sugar coat it not a baller That’s why they fucking with me Any nigga play, no hesitate we handle business Free my brother Chad and for my enemies may God be witchu I don’t ever second guess a nigga cause it’s real Dude pussy, but you gotta’ watch ’em tho’ ’cause pussies kill I’on’t feel shit but God and that’s how I live I ain’t join down for nothin’ No talkin’ you know the deal
I be gettin’ it cause I’m tryna’ get a ticket My nigga locked up, he grindin’ when his hoe’s [?] Nigga snitch, zip ’em up ‘eres nothin’ he can mention Hoes gossip, nah I’m on my shit they tryna’ get me Real life, shootin’ that nigga’s gon’ get you stripes You the type to brag about the shit That shit’ll get you life Now you in that cell stressin’ Nigga in n out yo wife You can’t trip about that shit ’cause you the one who rolled the dice
In my hood, a lot of soldiers fell Most of the niggas gone, [?] them niggs neva’ tell I came from that section, we grew up from usin’ scales And the product we slangin’ brangin’ the junkies, clientale Nigga takin’ hits, and think it’s all gravy Until they people double back with somethin’ from the navy Clip carry 80, and you ain’t even strapped Up the clap, put yo’ head in yo’ lap you ain’t gon’ make it