same hood

y'all niggaz wanna stop me but they can't

and ya might tyr and pop me but you ain't

you too scared

y'all ain't prepared

the kid got enough heat to build a fan base in baghdad

i'm turfmatic

you don't wanna start no static

have ya sayin hail mary's like that ass was catholic

ya head on straight don't make me unmask it

or i'll be forced to and disappear like magic

and until that day caome that i'll get

put in a casket

i'm a saty spittin rhymes

til i get rich

that's on brookly

hear my words and hear 'em well

i got the envelope sealed noe

you got mail

ain't no tellin what i'm finna do

i'm unpredictable

i just might flip

cock aim and let it spit

or i might get ripped and split your brain

just label me a hard head

who ain't gon change

it ain't fun out here

you gotta keep a gun out here

cause niggaz don't make it to see twenty-one out here

it's rough out here

you'll get snuffed out here

trunked

stuffed and even handcuffed out her

who me? nah potna

your barkin up the wrong tree

i'm cutthoat

keep thump thang on me

i aim good

i throw these thangs good

and me and that nigga vital

we from the same hood

the country club

where niggaz love to nub

push scrape thing with whistle and dubs and grub

it's so rough

so tough out here baby

we got that puff and that fluff stuff out here baby

come out here baby

come visit the bay

like them boys in la nigga we don't play

with the atmosphere is different nigga have to keep it pimpin

nigga you ain't got no bitches

you ain't gettin your trippin

i'm yokin and dippin

totin my equipment

gone off a fifth

floatin and i'm trippin

me and vital

nigga we finna put a hit out

yet the game is rough boy we tryin to get out