[Hook]
f** them other n***as cause I'm down for my n***as
f** them other n***as cause I'm down for my n***as
f** them other n***as, I ride for my n***as
I die for my n***as, f** them other n***as
[Verse 1]
f** the world, I don't need a rubber
Tat to my face, I look like trouble
Bruh I got the plug like wires
f** bad hoes and get blown like tires
When I was seventeen I ain't have no laws
sh** I put a thousand grams in that Cobalt
sh** I put a hundred jits in that ho jaw
Keep my n***as on my side like coleslaw
Got bars like jail
Write my n***as that's locked up, that's what I call a Gmail
Spit Hell, I was born in the bottom
Mama drank when she was pregnant, I was born on the bottle
Light one up for me, you know I'm on probation
I should of took the time but I was getting impatient
Life's a b**h, f** it, face it
The money keep calling, I'mma have a conversation
I just met a virgin, call that ho rookie
Bust the p**y open like a fortune cookie
f** you and the p**y that you came from
On top of the beef like A1
I'm in the streets with d**h around the corner
f** the police, R.I.P. Chris Dorner
Thinking 'bout the p**y that I had last night
I had to drop in it, half-pipe
Know y'all n***as got me f**ed up
Put the gun to his grill, now he really slugged up
Uh, dread-head in a Crown-Vic'
All my n***as be rapping, that's what I call a sound clique
Uh, and I love my baby mama
Even though I hate that ho mama
I really feel like a man now
Real proud, I gave my mama her first grandchild
Uh, and I ain't change for nothing
n***a what I look like, Joe Budden?
My manager won't like that
But I don't give a f**, these n***as gon' have to fight back
Man f** them n***as, ASAP
For my Florida n***as, we gon' get this payback
Young Triple 6 n***as get heat wave
Make a ho dip low, no not the DJ
And I keep the work in the dresser
f** them other hipsters, I'm down for my heshers
If you ain't get the f**ing picture (gun shots)
b**h I die for my n***as
[Hook]