'cause breakin old habits so hard to do You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you 'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do You still watch for da haters 'n' the rugged crew When I was shot dat nigga like I started to The coup man 'cause breakin' old

Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga? You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger I call it KKK, 'cause my choppa hate niggas Issa Nightmare on Elm Street A Nightmare on Elm Street I can show

You would leave me alone But I can't turn down 20 All these bitches wanna have sex 'Cause they know a nigga got money I know I had a girl at home But that shit ain't mean nothin' to me 'Cause i'm just like every other nigga Stackin' with the wrong hitta

I love to love ya baby I need a crunk tight nigga Makes seven figgas Laced with a platinum Not the silver shit nigga X to L stigga Now don't get me wrong cause I'm not a ho But I know what I got you can't handle though

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray Get my people out them chains nigga I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh 'Cause I'm a black man, in a

I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style We moving, shaking, working now that money going pile My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now You kiss your bitch to work, I make her swallow my child You kiss your bitch 'fore work, I make

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah They say haters be in they feelings I've been a sucka for the love, gotta let it go 'Cause I see that you love different My homies always tryna tell me nigga, let her go But I love, I love her, I love her, I can't let

I grew up in the streets without no heart Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? Why these niggas cappin' so hard? Why you got a twelve car garage? Why you pullin' all these rappers cards? 'Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard I turn that fucking soft

(ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted Sometimes I feel I got to (get away) For these streets like a fein for crack But pullin me back Its real got a nigga goin (ooh ooh) cause no matter drama or gossip My heart is your hood my dogs niggas I

So when you see me nigga You better holla at me You better beware where you lay Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me We better not find where you stay Niggas out there jealous 'cause we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa