Man them young niggas killing nothing Show up at the spot the choppers like nothin' Full fifty shots, clear the block like If you made it from the bottom to the top nothing You owe a nigga nothing 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 I got my toast And when you really from the streets that's when they hate you And when you really got it then that's when hate you close Knew him back in the day when we was gettin Now every I see the nigga he be actin funny Don't you niggas see it? I'm a little for time Wanna talk about the past, told 'em rewind And I ain't feelin what you sayin ho, you out of I you feeling what I'm sprayin' yeah it's on my waist I'm trying to chill, smoke a couple my lady friend So can meet 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 doing the jackin, or you gettin Or you the one that's goin hard or you back And I don't believe in falling back, bitch I'm goin They see me fucked 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 did this, and he ain't did that Boy keep it real wit ya self, you know he that You ain't real, you don't give em what asking for a real nigga, what 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 waiting the street, this rap shit cake and ice cream Fuck the selling words, I sold ice cream From the bottom to the top, a nice dream How you make it out I had a nice scheme And I owe a nigga shit, better get it right Just know a nigga stayed each and every night Hands on, yeah I down my own things on, yeah I counted up my own chains Fifties over here, over there You the rest, nigga, fives and singles everywhere