| Bitch, don’t try to settle me down | 
| I eat, sleep, fuck, skeet, gas-pedal around | 
| Get out, meet up with kids that keep that metal around | 
| We ain’t pushing no gold medal, I don’t meddle with clowns | 
| Run a ten-thou' block a day, five Gs minimum | 
| Tryna hop in some shit that got the double M emblem | 
| Vest and a ratchet, army jacket, black Timberlands | 
| Bitch, cry if you want, I’ma live to stack Benjamins | 
| Caught this nigga that stunted, played him there in the street | 
| Now his shorty blowing my dick out of fear of the beef | 
| Tears on her cheek, don’t ask me, I ain’t gon' hurt her | 
| But stay away from that lame ma, you know it’s murder, murder | 
| Them niggas on that other side is weak, they some burgers | 
| Bump heads in the street, I put the heat to 'em, word up | 
| All I need is some hooker stress, G keeps his hooks in check | 
| Bitch, I should be in the V getting hook with neck | 
| When I put back on the negligee look your best | 
| Hold on a minute, yeah yo, what’s cookin neph' | 
| Y’all niggas packing and ya acting like y’all shook to death | 
| I’ll be back bitch, my nigga just got jooks and wet | 
| You let me find out, them niggas getting put to rest | 
| 5 Fam ride out, Queens borough, Brook' connect | 
| Look at me, yeah I’m your typical nigga | 
| And I’m out to get despicable figures | 
| Picture me, G, baby ten years from now, pick of the litter | 
| Kids? | 
| That ain’t even no shit to consider | 
| I’m just your typical nigga | 
| Look at me, yeah I’m your typical nigga | 
| And I’m out to get despicable figures | 
| Picture me, G, ten years from now, picking their litter | 
| Kids that ain’t even know shit to consider | 
| I’m just your typical nigga |