I keep a MAC-11 on my f**ing seat
Can't let them beat me up like Rodney King
I used to have a dream something like doctor King
Bought a Mag 90 with a f**ing beam
'Cause these n***as k**ing for the letter B
These young n***as k**ing for the letter C
These young n***as k**ing for the letter P
These young n***as k**ing for the letter B
I got money, pounds and bullets like my n***a Wee
I put my faith in God, I know that he believe in me
R.I.P. my n***a Dunk, I see you in my sleep
Remember when I used to sell like 50 bricks a week
I got some shooters and my shooters don't shoot at the knee
If you get caught without that 3 don't say you caught for me
They gave my n***a 30 years, couldn't even cop a plea
He wanna take it to the street, we can keep it street
I grab a n***a in the street, they found him on the beach
The richest street n***a living, go call Robin Leach
I scrape ace and them sixes with the Georgia Peach
Now reverend Run you better run, I practice what I preach
I knew that I could never teach or be the damn police
I keep a MAC-11 on my f**ing seat
Can't let them beat me up like Rodney King
I used to have a dream something like doctor King
Bought a Mag 90 with a f**ing beam
'Cause these n***as k**ing for the letter B
These young n***as k**ing for the letter C
These young n***as k**ing for the letter P
These young n***as k**ing for the letter B
T5DOA, I'm back up on the street
Probably blowing sour cuz ain't nothing sweet
I show you my power if you f** with me
If you dead in an hour, that's just what it be
For the love of me
k**ing for the letters, better get your cheddar
'Cause it's usually just worse, before it gets better
I ain't a body shooter, I'm what you call a "header"
And I hope they remember you, 'cause I'm tryna forget ya
You ain't even gotta flex, I'm still tryna stretch ya
Prayin' ain't gon' help you, just hope I don't catch ya
Stay the f** out of my way, that's all I suggest ya
They k**in' for the letter P, yeah that's that pressure
I keep a MAC-11 on my f**ing seat
Can't let them beat me up like Rodney King
I used to have a dream something like doctor King
Bought a Mag 90 with a f**ing beam
'Cause these n***as k**ing for the letter B
These young n***as k**ing for the letter C
These young n***as k**ing for the letter P
These young n***as k**ing for the letter B
Young n***as drilling everything they see
Young n***as juuging just to f**ing eat
Young n***as dying screaming "rest in peace"
It's a cold, cold world in these f**ing streets
It's a lot of young n***as that just love to P
40 with the drum, n***a, I can't wait to squeeze
When you see the Zoo comin', watch these n***as freeze
Young n***as getting money, money all I see
All I do is hear money, money all I free
It's a smooth 50k in these Robin jeans
It's a Zoovi, I'm a Gucci Mane, the f** you mean?
I'm a young n***a living out my f**ing dreams
SQUAD!
I keep a MAC-11 on my f**ing seat
Can't let them beat me up like Rodney King
I used to have a dream something like doctor King
Bought a Mag 90 with a f**ing beam
'Cause these n***as k**ing for the letter B
These young n***as k**ing for the letter C
These young n***as k**ing for the letter P
These young n***as k**ing for the letter B
Yeah
What n***a you know get you 8-9 mixtapes while he locked up, n***a?
And he bout to come home and shut this sh** down
It's too late now, n***a, don't strategize, n***a
Don't strategize now, n***a, it's too late, let's go!