| Ehhh yeaaah
|
| Oh la, sha ba da ba twee twee
|
| Ohh heyy, yeaaah
|
| Hm, put it on everything I ever loved
|
| I was born in the bottom, no way outta there but selling drugs
|
| I promised everything I ever did
|
| Was done to get my momma out the ghetto since a little kid
|
| Used to resent the shit my daddy did
|
| Had it against him till I had a kid
|
| And a baby momma with an attitude
|
| And the baby don’t know how to set me and your momma ain’t compatible
|
| Bitch, now every day be shaped
|
| And nigga nowaday reach other levels of hate, believe me
|
| And you can tell when you see me
|
| The same niggas from the songs and on TV
|
| The lame niggas hating hard, never be me
|
| The fame might’ve hit me hard, but I’m still me
|
| Hm, and who would’ve ever thought
|
| That y’all niggas trappin raw, wouldn’t leave till he did it all
|
| I’m a real nigga man, I do this shit for y’all (what)
|
| May you reach the top, pray you never fall (no)
|
| Do it when the summer falls, spring on these niggas
|
| Did my thing on these niggas
|
| Talking 13 things on these niggas
|
| Who will put the King on these niggas ride
|
| Drop top through the project
|
| Bumpin 2Pac with a Glock in my RS (damn)
|
| I’m sayin'
|
| I know I swore to myself this life was all behind me, yeah
|
| Man, I know what I said, don’t need you to remind me, no
|
| But what I need you to do is find another way for me, yeah
|
| And if you can’t then man, just pray for me
|
| Cause here we go again
|
| Another till you tryin' to fit the bricks and the sticks in the stash
|
| Oh lord
|
| On a steady pace, know it ain’t a race
|
| Through the speed limit on the dash
|
| Oh lord
|
| I’m on another trip right now
|
| You can’t tell me shit right now
|
| Cause I gotta get it some way somehow
|
| Cause here we go again |