| Life itself full of struggle and wealth
|
| Yeah, Guilty Simpson, muthafuckas
|
| Let’s go, Detroit city
|
| We bangin' that jungle music
|
| Homies in the hood flip bundles to it
|
| Make exchanges to flake for wages
|
| Hustlin' hard before the jake engages
|
| They wanna see the apes in cages
|
| We never conversate with agents
|
| Anti-police to speak in layman’s
|
| I’d rather take a swim with Cayman
|
| For real, man, fuck 'em all
|
| That’s why I flick off cops and cuff my balls
|
| Smokin' that good shit
|
| Your baby mama wanna fuck with that hood shit
|
| And I’m just what she need, a gangsta breed
|
| Yeah, break down my weed, fuck and leave
|
| You niggas wanna buck with G’s, bitch please
|
| I seen harder kids in a Chuck E Cheese
|
| Party with the baddest broads and spend change
|
| Take 'em to the hotel suite and get brains
|
| Gettin' bitches, gettin' riches
|
| I’m a playa, but no, it’s not a game
|
| Outfit’s crazy, watch’s insane
|
| Gettin' bitches, gettin' riches
|
| We hustlin', don’t confuse it
|
| Money is the bread, hen dog’s the fluid
|
| Sold out stages, the love’s outrageous
|
| Swoosh on the A-1's match the laces
|
| They wanna see the crew with cases
|
| They tell me that I’m too abrasive
|
| Unseen, we move evasive
|
| We don’t follow rules, we take it
|
| And I only trust my dogs
|
| Y’all fake that’s why I don’t fuck with y’all
|
| I’m tryin' to get hood rich
|
| So miss me with all of that bullshit
|
| For this here I bleed, yes indeed
|
| I’m tryin' to cop a black Range and have extra cheese
|
| Y’all wanna test me, please bitch squeeze
|
| I ain’t hard to find man, I’m in the D |