I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap It's not a place This country is to be a sound of drum and bass America, God bless you if it's good to you America please take my hand Can you help me underst- New

(Nigga I'm too lowkey for that) (I'm too lowkey for that) Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash woah Tryna show the hoes the cash flow My foot is on the gas though (I'm not too lowkey for that) What's up? What it do? What's up? What it do? It's all dope,

Gotta make it home to my baby I bet I'mma make it home to my baby Picture me rollin' tippin' my chaueffer Niggas look jealous, you gotta control it Reachin' my quota, mixin' my soda Feeling connected to God, tryna get closer Steppin' on roshes, me in my

Drop it like it's hot Park it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot When the pimp's in the crib ma When the pigs try to get at you And if a nigga get a attitude I got the Rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed cause I got it going

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

Move bitch, a nigga need a little space Ayy, damn this beat got bass I been on the fo' block, I been on the A Gun upon my waist like I'm tryna catch a case Stank look on my face, that's too much drugs and drank What you think I do? I buy more drugs and

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony I'm from

I got murder on my mind AK47, MAC-11, Glocks, and 9's And all these pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind But I can't let 'em do it I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind) I wake up in the morning I got murder on my mind Bitch I got

It ain't no one to trust but me And I got to make sure that I take care of my family And to my niggas on the block On the grind and hustlin' tryin' to sell some rocks You hear the voices say it's cold outside (It's cold outside) I'm hiding out and

Stay schemin' Niggas tryna get at me (dawg) I ride for my niggas I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas Damn, life so short, fuck it, I don't wanna go to court (Huh) Fuck it, got a budget for the