say what? and you was a lil cub in the trenches
and you couldn't even come up in that jungle
i'm seventy-five with them dirty birds
me and still be in the trap
bowen homes was a war zone
and kids run in clutchin' on some but that man
and i done did a four in four ways
i done got paid in four days
i'd do anything to get the cash now
at seventeen you know i was a lil beast but i'm the man now
man i'm servin' the whole city
ya dig what i'm sayin' now?
and i ain't asking for no help
you play 'em right i'll scrap left
i put them bodies on my belt
i put them bodies on my belt
and i ain't asking for no help
you play 'em right i'll scrap left
i put them bodies on my belt
i put them bodies on my belt
i put that money off for a rainy day
and head lost a hundred thousand but he done bounced back
got a fat bitch singin' the same song
and we still walk around with a tec
keep my foot on these nigga's neck
i ain't gonna give a nigga no bread
these niggas ain't give me no help
niggas wanna run so then i left
niggas wanna run so then i left
we treat them bodies like trophies
putting these bitches on shelves
and i ain't asking for no help
you play 'em right i'll scrap left
i put them bodies on my belt
i put them bodies on my belt
and i ain't asking for no help
you play 'em right i'll scrap left
i put them bodies on my belt
i put them bodies on my belt