With your hand up you need to man up, lil' bitch I'mma promise you this One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I'mma promise you this Say man that nigga Snoop Dogg promised me a record deal man That nigga promised me he was gon' come over

Yeah I want it all, tell me who is gonna stop me Let that hate dissolve, flyest niggas in the party I step in this bitch feelin' like I'm John Gotti I just wanna ball, tell my haters that I'm sorry Ay, I just wanna ball, tell my haters that I'm sorry She

Ballin' like I'm Jordan cause I'm blessed up Wake up every morning feelin' blessed up Pull up in that holy Ghost cause I'm blessed up I'mma do the most cause I'm blessed up And niggas want me gone but I'm still alive I got God watchin' over me from

That's all a nigga got So if it's 'bout that cream Then I'm all up in the spot I got a dollar and a dream Just a dollar and a dream Young nigga with his jeans low Nice guy just got a mean flow Never seen rich but he's seen po'

You can miss me with that fake shit How you real but writin' statements? Money in my hands, spend it all then I replace it My gang in the buildin', we came up from dirty basements Nigga try to beef with us, we left him in the pavement Take a puff and all

In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt) Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi') Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit) Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah) Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)

It's plain to see, you can't change me 'Cause I'mma be a nigga for life Why do I call myself a nigga you ask me? Why you brothers insist on usin' the word nigga? Don't you know that's bringin down the black race? Personally I think the lyrics are a bit

Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at Let's get it homeboy! Y'all already know what is man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all man! T.I.P., Pimp $quad Click ya understand that? King of the South! Hey! Westside of the A-Town, nigga you don't

Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit I pull up roll the window down and I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it Wet a nigga block and watch them

Black boy fly Watch that black boy fly So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga you made it." So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga I hate it." I used to be jealous of Aaron Afflalo Frustrated and I'm riding down the back streets Making my conscious ask me