Yeah, yeah, what the fuck I gotta about now? Nigga you after weatherin' the storm And comin' the extremes I came from You think call all the way and get scared?
Nah nigga motherfuckin' win Nigga if all shit go out the window right now man I'm all too familiar with this My nigga I'm straight ya dig? Please believe shit man hey
You can the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes Just a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto' And I'm hey shawty, I'm straight
Hey you can keep the and the boppers The plexers and the Let me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my And I'm straight hey shawty I'm
I couple of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist A lot of glamour and glit's but shawty I need that My was a humble one, a hustler I'ma son of one Taught me how to number run, I went from to number one
Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab another one Sold my little three eighty east and said I another gun The littlest in the trap, and got it like some bubblegum Junkies on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin' but a young
Buck, niggaz say, What? he see me raise up Just wanna see the little boy wit' nuts Old niggaz face soon 'Cause I spray the nigga's whole up Wet the nigga from the up
try you once and you pull a fall And tell 'em shaw' don't play wit 'em I'm fourteen in the dope game and don't care of catchin' no bruh You can sell to me, that's
Another nigga it's too late for Hey wait bruh, bet any nigga came that? Who it all the day I bet he say he changed that
Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the Just gimme some and some wood I can slang And I'm hey, shawty I'm straight
Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the and the crown Well-known in the that I'm holdin' it down So I'm hey shawty I'm straight
now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live it Every verse I ever ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction I'ma Legend no stuntin', no reppin' You can check my record, I'm highly respected
I'ma in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne Ask Judge Johnson, how many times he saw my For, 'pistol here, pistol there,' 'violation here, here' Betta ask Rank, I ran the jail when I was
I held it down, ever I go I'm in the A wit' the King, or in Detroit in the snow I'ma pro, it's movin' snow or movin' 'dro That's me and you, I can get it for the low
But that's nuttin', say they gotta story on 'Larry King,' theirs is on 'Maury' At the end of the day, it seems to go away I guarantee The Heart of the that you pray
You can the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the And I'm hey shawty, I'm straight
Hey you can keep the and the boppers The and the poppers Let me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my And I'm straight hey I'm straight
Snowman bitch, I ride two It's a world, so I keep two heaters I'm straight, you betta ask Matter fact nigga you can ask me me
A little aggressive, yeah, I just might be But half the in the hood just like me damn You wonder why a nigga eight balls all day? You should try standin' around eight balls all day
Somebody for me, I don't know nothin' else Why should I help you, when you ain't tryin' to yourself I came in this game, out the streets, yeah Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my life on these beats,
Fuck bein' broke, this a check While you mad at ya girl, ya betta reality Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, you gotta before you talk Damn right they gon' hate, 'cause them niggaz straight
Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the and the lames Just gimme cocaine and some wood I can slang And I'm straight hey, shawty I'm
Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the Well known in the town I'm holdin' it down So I'm straight hey I'm straight
Say what it do? Pimp C know what I'm talkin 'bout? Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some shit, know what I'm sayin'? On the cool y'know young T.I. jumped out there he was the king of the south
He ruffled a lotta niggaz' feathers But niggaz didn't really understand what the was talkin 'bout and uh so everybody had it twisted but Me I understood from the get go that what the nigga was to put In these motherfuckin' stupid ass faces
Was the fact that it's a whole of kings down here And as as you takin' care of yo' business And king shit you a king What niggaz shoulda been tryin' to do Was tryin' to get to the nigga And get some understandin' the type of game He was tryin' to put in motherfuckin' niggaz' ear holes
Understand what I'm So I'm layin' back I'm the game from the sideline Know what I'm talkin' And I'm seein' all ol' pussy ass niggaz out here Talkin' 'bout they this and they that, but they ain't doin' nothin'
they motherfuckin' paper ain't right When I see in the street, they diamonds fake Know I'm talkin 'bout? They shit ain't cut right, ya shit right Shit cloudy and chipped up, know I'm talkin 'bout? And them niggaz talkin 'bout they trill
Don't even know the motherfuckin' word mean Know I'm talkin 'bout? This comin' from the O.G. style trill Know what I'm talkin 'bout? Not these ol' ass niggaz Tryin' to come on the scene later on and to take glory for some shit other niggaz paid dues for, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
So this is is, we bringin' Georgia and Texas together All you ol' bitch ass niggaz that ain't down the play Move on to the side, all you old school rappers like say You niggaz flabby, lookin' like Holmes Back yo bitch ass up and, and, and, and move around for the 'Cause our time to shine, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Now let's do shit