| I can’t do nothin' but thank God for the new shoes
|
| I ain’t have a clue what to do
|
| Gotta thank God for a lot, I ain’t on the block
|
| Nigga better stop, who is you?
|
| They gon' talk a lot when you not on top, now I’m hot
|
| Now a nigga cop what he wanna cop off the lot
|
| Why they worry about what a nigga got? |
| Ayy
|
| Bitch, I ain’t worried 'bout you
|
| Never had a lot, but I made a cop and I made it pop
|
| Made it do what it do
|
| Punchin' in the clock, money in the box just to wear some rocks
|
| Still graduated school
|
| 'Member I was bummy, now I’m gettin' money, cookin' up with Sonny
|
| Man, they said that I would lose, yeah
|
| So I had to bust a move, oh, yeah, yeah
|
| Mama cried on Christian really sittin' in the back seat
|
| I was only tryna make our sister way too happy
|
| I know you probably love me more if I had stayed a athlete
|
| So I been runnin' through these fuckin' hundreds like a track meet
|
| Then ever since we fell out, I ain’t kept up with my acne
|
| I been solo-doloing, ain’t had them on the back knee
|
| Heard word around the city, man, some niggas wanna whack me
|
| Four hundred, Taylor totin', tell a nigga, «Come get at me,"yeah
|
| I’m in the game now
|
| I took my brothers out the ghetto and I ain’t changed now
|
| I love they mothers like no other through my veins now
|
| Neck clutter when I rock a couple chains now
|
| Best cover when I tell you that the gang slide
|
| Next bust’ll come through bustin' at the same time
|
| Bad bustin', 'bout two hundred, set the lane fire
|
| Chest burnin' from his burner, I just thank God
|
| I can’t do nothin' but thank God for the new shoes
|
| I ain’t have a clue what to do
|
| Gotta thank God for a lot, I ain’t on the block
|
| Nigga better stop, who is you?
|
| They gon' talk a lot when you not on top, now I’m hot
|
| Now a nigga cop what he wanna cop off the lot
|
| Why they worry about what a nigga got? |
| Ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
|
| Bitch, I ain’t worried 'bout you
|
| Never had a lot, but I made a cop and I made it pop
|
| Made it do what it do (Yeah)
|
| Punchin' in the clock, money in the box just to wear some rocks
|
| Still graduated school (Yeah)
|
| 'Member I was bummy, now I’m gettin' money, cookin' up with Sonny
|
| Man, they said that I would lose, yeah
|
| So I had to bust a move, oh, yeah, yeah |