Mwa, uh, yeah Hello! My goodness I didn't know I was here Do you know my name? (It ain't goin' wrong when you try) Always got to try No matter how long that shit take Whatever stops you from dreaming

Go get 'em, go get 'em, go get 'em They say best go back to black Crack and Moroccan black, go back to that UK rap, we mashing that CAS and Giggs on a track, imagine that Them man's shit was sounding wack So man had to come pick up the slack Attract

You made it You played it Your shit is overrated Worn out and faded The weakness starts to show They've created the generation That we know Washed up and hated The system moves so slow

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

I gave 'em hope When my nigga needed money (What you do?) I gave 'em dope Every time we went to war (What we do?) We gave 'em smoke Fiends was copping, I was broke Fuck that shit, we gave 'em soap They forgot we gave 'em hope Let them niggas have the

Baby you're a one of one to me I know that I should probably wife you up And baby I swear I'm done with these Other women they don't mean shit to me You was tryna know me When they didn't know me Girl we fell in love we both worked at the mall Way before

My nigga locked up with a smartphone I'm tryna drop some babies in her jawbone That's some street shit, we got next, bitch Bought a necklace just to flex, bitch If Puerto Rico wasn't gone he would be right here with me If True wasn't gone he would be

You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you Warm it up, warm it up Warm it up, warm it up, warm it up Fuck that rap shit, this that trap shit (Bobby) This world is my contraption (Bobby) I was born and raised in the trap, son (Bobby) Talk shit get

Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass Oh now, slow down And once upon a time in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga What money got to do with it

Yo nahmsayin? Yeah she'll take you out too kid Take this shit out A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent Watchin' old seventy flicks, mind's on the slouch Back on the couch, heard the phone ring It was a shorty from uptown I met back day, long