Slappin' a nigga today I feel like slappin' a nigga today (slap, slap) I know it's strange But my brain's gone really insane And I'm off the chain Sipping on a fifth of the Golden Grain This morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed (bed) I'm sick

(From Chitown to LA) Come on players Uh huh hey I remember when I back in the days When I ain't hot shit But now that I got shit Niggas want to keep up shit But it's all good watch me do this shit

We livin this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit - nigga we still alive And here we go again why'all callin in reinforcements The Mobb come through, stop up the shit P'll come through and shot up your vest Shoot at your head, not-a-leg eh?

Nigga pass that shit After blunt after blunt after, hey Cup after cup, gotta double that up I've been waitin' on this all day Nigga pass that shit, yeah Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt The blunt up, the blunt up, the blunt up, the blunt up

Daytrip took it to ten I got hoes calling a young nigga phone Where's Ali with the motherfucking dope? (bitch, bitch) I be ballin' like a mo'fuckin' pro (like a, huh, like a, huh) I be ballin' like my nigga Mo (Bamba, bitch) Sheck Wes, I ain't a

Another one, we on another one (Another one) Right from Decatur, it's the greater one (Decatur) I swear that my brother like my mother's son (My mother's son) Ashes to ashes, that's the dust, nigga (That's the dust, nigga) At the end of the day, all we

I was cruising in a 6-4 with all of my hoes New bitch named Crystal, steady to blow My team way too official, with Chevys and Rolls Ooh-ooh-ooh! Daytrip took it to 10 Two niggas with a pistol that's ready to go Seen the red and blue lights, and I got

None of y'all niggas can see me Runnin' 'round with the paper bag Goin' crazy spendin' all this cash A nigga don't need a seatbelt Catch a body in broad day I got the key to the city I got a hoe that's saddity Talk to that bitch in Swahili Tattoo my name

One day you'll go away You better run Before I go away God gave me Sundays To fuck up the game Bitch niggas saying it's luck But I which I got some Spending all my money but that shit don't work

Niggas know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to You can run your mouth, I don't care But if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is