| My mama say the streets ain’t for me | 
| My only choice to slang iron | 
| Niggas keep trying, had to show 'em they can’t touch me | 
| These niggas steady keep dying (Oh, ha…) | 
| That nigga dead and you can’t bring 'em back from talking, nigga | 
| Let shots off at your head, you end up dead, I up that .40, nigga | 
| Bitch I’m rich as fuck and that’s a must, I’m gone kill all them niggas | 
| They know that I’m thuggin' til they put me in a coffin, nigga | 
| Hundred rounds on that Draco (B-r-r-r-ap) | 
| I up that pump, I blow that bitch, knock off your front door (Buck, buck, buck) | 
| NBA gang, solar eclipse, I be at Huncho, that 4KTrey | 
| I shoot that stick like Rajon Rondo (Rajon Rando) | 
| Diamonds on my neck, they shining hard, I spent a bank on it | 
| Take it, bet I bust yo' fuckin' head, I bet my ring on it | 
| Posted in that North, that’s what we bang and I’ma stand on it | 
| These niggas bitches, real killer, they know I ain’t never ran from it | 
| Since I came out they know I never gave a fuck what they say | 
| Catch that lil' boy who been dissing, shoot that bitch in his face | 
| Wet up the block and kill the business, bitch I’m straight out the A | 
| (B-r-r-r-ap) | 
| Them scary bitches know who with it | 
| Double G spin every day | 
| My mama say the streets ain’t for me | 
| My only choice to slang iron | 
| Niggas keep trying, had to show them they can’t touch me | 
| These niggas steady keep dying | 
| Roll up the purp', light up the blunt, and smoke the block out (Buck) | 
| I run with some steppers, convicted felons, plus they dropouts (Buck) | 
| I drop down 11 and shoot the texts once he knocked out (Buck) | 
| I step by Boozilla, my nigga told 'em like «Not my dawg» | 
| I wit' some juveniles, they doped up | 
| Lil D ain’t never fold up (Yup) | 
| So when he come home the rest of them niggas they know what’s up | 
| Them niggas ain’t gon' fuck with us, bitch name a nigga play wit' us | 
| Big E and Q, they stay with us, you know we kept them K’s with us | 
| Nigga I’ll bust his fuckin' head, see his brain cells | 
| Who say they on that gang trail? | 
| I’m posted in that North, where it ain’t safe, they never came here | 
| Pull up leave a stain in front yo' main crib | 
| I swear we slangin' .9, for real | 
| They play, these niggas dying, for real | 
| I never waste no time, for real |