L-line a nigga up just like a pencil (like a pencil) L-l-let you hold my flow, yeah I just blessed you (just blessed you) I just fucked up five racks, dropped it on a jacket (on a jacket) F-f-fuck the bitch one time, she said that I'm rude (I'm rude)

I ain't worried, I ain't worried Ho, naw, I ain't worried, just know I ain't worried Rap game that's mine due time I ain't lyin', y'all ain't gotta be worried Ho, naw, I ain't worried, these niggas ain't worthy 'Long as my family straight, you know

I ain't tryna let my mama down (down, down, down) Do it for the hood, nigga, rep Southside with an F 'cause I'm fresh Yeah, I'm just tryna make my mama proud, yeah (proud, yeah) Yeah, mama ain't raise no ho, one more time Yeah, my mama ain't raise no ho

About the time to go in Can’t fuck with us man We the hottest in the game, how I feel You ain’t fuckin' with my team’s how I feel You tell your bitch I call her when I feel Kill you fuck niggas every time I feel like it Living for the knife And I don’t

But you got your friends too Should've left you a long time ago All my niggas done told me so But my niggas don't hold me tight When I'm sleeping in my bed at night, only you There are times I think about that fateful day I threw your love away Every

I ain't ever ran on my niggas, never took a stand on my niggas I will never jam up my niggas, real nigga shit, R.N.S R.N.S, R.N.S, R.N.S, R.N.S, R.N.S Once upon a time in the projects, yo I'm at a cee lo game and my dice hit 4 That nigga rolled a 3 but I

Know what I'm sayin' Get jealous of a nigga or something tryin' to Check it out, whole lot of jewelry Trying to surpass me My time nigga Clams Casino, nigga Don't do all that talking nigga

It’s like a full time job not to kill niggas Shout out to the real niggas, salute And shout out to the real bitches, say what I’m poppin’ bottles with my real niggas Fre Boosie, real nigga, in the jail standing tall like Shaquile nigga I used to say, I

One time, yeah, yeah Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage One nigga front, my face on the front page Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib One god to show me how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with 151,

Nigga really wanna die in the night time Tired of feelin' like I'm trapped in my damn mind Tired of feelin' like I'm wrapped in a damn lie Tired of feelin' like my life is a damn game Don't go, stay up and don't go Don't go, don't go to sleep Nigga