His parents hustled So he was left alone by himself a lot So shit, he did whatever the fuck he wanted to do When boys in the hood came out, This little nigga rolled himself a joint And watched the whole motherfucker by itself His pops didn't give a fuck,

(All) all my shit dope 'Cause it's 187 how I killing these hoes T-raw rock my own kick game 8 figure deal figure how I'm court side at clip game Still pop ace king shit I'm with Rozay Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ OK the day you beating me

Ever since I got this you been tryna knock this All you do is pop shit you ain't really on shit This is for my team though we ain't with the nonsense Keep it 103 though, all we do is top shit Yeah, ever since, ever since, yeah I made everything come

I'm the shit I know I'm the shit Yeah, I'm super lit If you don't buy me what I want, I'ma throw a fit She the shit Yeah, she super lit She know she the shit If you don't buy her what she want, she gon' throw a fit Nashe, might just pop it on a handstand

You come unto me just to question my roots But you could never walk a day in my shoes Fuck this shit, you can find me in the moshpit Been in the game for twelve years, what it do? Take it from the best, everything I do pops Fake ass bitches all around me

X gon' give it to ya, he gon' give it to ya First we gonna rock, then we gonna roll Then we let it pop, go, let it go! It’s what you hearin' (listen!) Yeah (uh), yeah, yeah (uh) (Grrrr) Yeah, don't get it twisted This rap shit is mine, motherfucker! It's

Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96 (pop) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful (gorgeous) Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral (uh) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up,

It’s time to get trap back jumping Get shit and back popping, ho I show these sucka niggas how it go I show you how to move a lot of blow So it’s time to get trap back jumping Get shit back popping, bitch Hey, now who done say I'm not the shit Hey, nigga

You know how that shit go Runnin' through the 6 with my woes I was runnin' through the 6 with my woes Yeah, this that Oliver 40 Niko shit man, 15 Fort York shit ya know Boi-1da, what's poppin'? Countin' money you know how it goes Pray the real live