Mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh) Not no bitch, not no bitch, uh (yuh, ayy) Cocaine for my breakfast (what?) Hold that pistol, ambidextrous, uh (yuh, yuh) Pussy boy talk reckless (ayy) He might end up on a stretcher, uh (yuh, bitch) Fuck with my set (ayy)

Nigga why you actin' like a ho? Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go Damn my nigga why you actin' like a bitch If you scared to take a chance, how the fuck we gon' get rich? Come here baby why you always insecure? Hold on tight to a nigga and be

You're all killers. I have found the strength of gods in me. This is so unstoppable. Hard as nails, Hook that holds, Reach down and find the strength of many in you. Always fucking pushing me,

Control me (Control me), just hold me (Hold me) I won't fuck you and leave, that's the old me (That's the old me) I won't break your heart, lil' baby, that's the cold me (That's the cold me) Won't tell you that I'll fuckin' leave, thats the bold me

L-line a nigga up just like a pencil (like a pencil) L-l-let you hold my flow, yeah I just blessed you (just blessed you) I just fucked up five racks, dropped it on a jacket (on a jacket) F-f-fuck the bitch one time, she said that I'm rude (I'm rude)

I'm right down my side of town I'm high as hell You fly as hell You hold me down Fucked a bunch of girls 'Cause I done been around the world Yeah they talk that cuffing shit But now I'm in a different space

Aren't you tired of all of the violence inside of you? You can run but you can't hide I've heard it all before Just let go Gravity, hold on to me So come and wash us away Just thank fuck that we don't last forever It's now or never Is this the catalyst?

It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down Next time

Yeah, yeah, I guess I'm for you, baby I'm holding on you, lady Told you I'm different Don't you act distant Forever I'm ready, yeah That body language, no discussion The way she move like she fucking Backwoods full of musty Deep pockets, you can't touch

Follow my life, homie from start 'til now And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers Only my motherfuckin' momma nigga hold me down Only my motherfuckin' momma nigga holds me down Eleven,