It's a lot to you, it's a lot to you But it ain't nothing to me People talk, it's just word of mouth No, it ain't nothing to me You talking loud 'cause I'm not around Yeah, that's something to see Say I’m the man and I'm winning now That shit ain't

Do it for the fam, we gon' die for this shit It's some real ties when we pull up with the clique Money comin' in, people knowin' that we lit It ain't no surprise, they gon' love you when you rich It ain't no surprise, they all love you when you rich Yeah

We need some people that'd kill for us We need some people that'd die for us We need some bitches that's gon' ride for us Because this shit is so dangerous This life I'm livin's so dangerous The people around me so dangerous The drugs around me so

Cartier frames, call me four eyes Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post But it's a beautiful day outside today Don't know which car I'ma drive today Promoter

And right out the other, It goes In One Ear, People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother, They say that we ain't got the style, We ain't got the class, We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, Trying to

(Hey, hey) don't give a damn what people say (Hey, hey) save it for another day (Hey, hey) you gonna talk the talk then walk this way (Hey, hey) or save it for another day Check, check mic check one, two It's about that time This the year we take shit

(Men Talking) You know what I'm sayin though, yo I been hearin shit about this kid X, man I think that nigga bullshit(Yeah) word up,I been hearin mad shit about he be robbin niggaz and shit, (Yeah what you know about that),I'm just sayin man, what people

I keep my wits 'bout me Especially right now, I got a rich bounty I can tell that you don't give a shit 'bout me I keep the same people that's been 'round me Yeah, a lot changed but I'm still the same old me I'd still rather make a song than go to KOD

We're a garage band (oh, oh, oh) We come from garageland (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Back in the garage Back in the garage with my bullshit detector Carbon monoxide making sure it's effective People ringing up making offers for my life I just want to stay

I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme These people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin' I don't take shit from no one