I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach you boy with the toaster boy Get to point blank range and fire I ain't tryin' to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich Motherfucker get in the way of my bread Then I'm goin'

Yeah, livin' life like this Gotta paint a picture when I write like this Tales from my hood, not a sight like this Where they up to no good on a night like this And they murder motherfuckers just cause Type of shit I see and probably wonder what it was I

Said she ain't got nothing good to say You ain't shit (you ain't shit, you ain't shit) You ain't shit So she ain't gon' say nothing, but this Guess I got used to hearing whatever I wanted to hear So she ain't gon say nothing, but this That's what she

I'm just playing, but I'm saying Dreams of fucking one of these little rappers Barbie dreams R.I.P. to B.I.G Classic shit I'm looking for a nigga to give some babies A hand full of Weezy’s, a sprinkle of Dave East Man, I ain't got no type, like Jxmmi and

(From Chitown to LA) Come on players Uh huh hey I remember when I back in the days When I ain't hot shit But now that I got shit Niggas want to keep up shit But it's all good watch me do this shit

When I was down you had a lot to say You should mind your business and walk away Talk about me trying to find a way To spread yo shit 'round town I ain't really got time for you With all that ignorant shit you do Niggas need money and I do too That's why

Love me better, kiss me back, listen more Love me better, kiss me back, Listen more oh Tuesday afternoon, I ain't got shit to do But fall in love with you Yeah, no no no Face down in the brown grass Shame shame on my brown ass Birds in the trees as we

I remember math class, I ain't do shit, I was just Xanned out Now a nigga got millions, give a fuck about my teachers now Niggas try to cross me, I crucify 'em like that preacher, oh Gucci on my feet, uh Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah But I

Fuck what they heard, tell 'em, mind they business If you want it, baby, I'll go and get it Treat it like a pony, the way you ride that shit Know you love a nigga, you ain't gotta hide that shit Get in that pussy and I'm never leavin' with it You a real

When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit From the streets, but I got a little sense But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do And I do my