| Street nigga man | 
| You a street nigga bra | 
| Street nigga man (steet nigga) | 
| Hello | 
| Street nigga, all my life i’ve been thuging heavily influenced by niggas that | 
| ain’t got nothin | 
| And these hoes don’t want no squares | 
| They want a nigga that’s hustlin | 
| Even though squares be having | 
| Just as much paper than niggas husslin | 
| But it’s me she loving cause i’m hecka known | 
| And i’ll hella famous on my soil | 
| You kind find me around my mama’s house with a bottle of Crown Royal | 
| With my car parked in the grass | 
| Smokin a cross blunt light it up on 3 ends and it burns down to one | 
| Nigga-rich everybody know my name | 
| Yeah I’m havin a little bit a change | 
| Known for serving blow see more snow than the X-Games | 
| Trained to go, dreads braided like Lil Wayne | 
| Keep a hammer in my Fruit of the Looms or should I say Hanes | 
| I’m a street outta here street nigga | 
| These hoes love me but I ain’t a sweet nigga | 
| I’m a street nigga neva been a weak nigga | 
| Solid as they come I’m concrete nigga | 
| I’m a street nigga I’m a street nigga | 
| Bring it to ya front door when i beef with you | 
| I’m a street nigga I’m a street nigga | 
| If you ain’t out here in these streets i can’t eat with ya | 
| When me and the dope game first walked down the aisle | 
| One thing I vowed to do was to keep Ann Hill bail-spot and my lawyer on speed | 
| dial | 
| Some these police be trigga happy light you up like a lamp | 
| Just like they did with DJ Henry and Oscar Grant | 
| I fucks with elegant broads and i fucks with tramps | 
| Video vixens and hood hoes from different camps | 
| Went from seed to a weed plant to a elbow | 
| Kid on my way back from the little sto' | 
| They seeing hot issue, hypodermic needles between they toes | 
| Functional coke fiends keep a job and powder they nose | 
| Selling chicken and turkey wings, quarters, halves and wholes | 
| Plotting on jewelry, hanging out at the rap shows | 
| I’m try’nna make more money on an accident than a lot of y’all do on purpose | 
| Your squad is a couple of clowns short of a circus | 
| My squad we golden and polished just like a turkish robe | 
| 30 odd 6 with kaleidoscope vision precision no competition | 
| Fuck with OGs and those youngsters that don’t listen | 
| Position them keys and I’m droppin em intermission | 
| Go any soil i want any hood don’t need permission | 
| Street nigga not a rap nigga this is the soundtrack of my life | 
| Hood figure not a bitch nigga a fixture roll the dice | 
| Trunk full a kid niggas in my whip and Harley bikes | 
| Play a fixture for false and my folks will cut off ya lights |