get that gansta shit off your head man
what's wrong with you man?
you see all of that gangsta shit?
we gonna have some real conversation
do you understand what i'm trying to tell you?)
i have my pops inside my life
but right now that shit don't matter
he'd been locked up most my life
so i feel just like a bastard
police kickin' in my door
threw my momma on the floor
i was in them streets like speed bump
i don't rock no ferragamos
dodgin' narcos get you knocked off
black suburban swervin' make me nervous when i'm making drop offs
used to handle rock like hot sauce
call the hot sauce get you knocked off
and he 'gon blow your top off
bitch with me she took her top off
the city of double cuppers
we beefin' this place and mothafuck you
i'm clutchin' gun in my holster
beretta wet 'em like coasters
they shot my pops and my brother
so i slide with choppas like butter
for pesos give you a halo
locked up my pops and took my brother
so my daddy was my mother
momma told me hit the do'
she ain't want dope around her family
servin' grannies at my grannies
say i act just like my daddy
i hit the school with the ruger
and hopped on five-deuce hoover
i was a young nigga in the streets
ain't no big homie tell me shit
reminisce on my first lick
i turned that four into a sixteen
use the stove and the oven
every time i stashed it in the house
now you wanna hold somethin'
hit a nigga with two fifties
call it change for a hunnid