[Verse 1]
Call of Duty Ghosts, squad up, this the homeless section
Have my n***a OG through, it's a roasting session
Who the f** brought these n***as, I say no to questions
Been losing since 94, so I know the lessons
Spend my money all on kicks, I don't know investments
That's what happen at 19, you get broke and reckless
Remember being 6 years old, n***as stole my necklace
If I see them n***as again, hope they broke and debted
I be in the cut just laughing, cuz I know the blessings
Cheat code flow go hard or go home, E-40 taught me don't love no ho
But I love all hoes that's just how the sh** go
Let a 4 try to throw me box, I be at the door
Bet not tell your friends about it I got fans and sh** ho
Causing rah rah, and hippity hoop lah
The super bars coming from the basement to rooftops. And y'all tripping
[Hook]
Ya'll Trippin (You slipping, you falling, you can't get up?) {2x}
Cuz I'm finna go ham, like walakum Salam, f** you to Uncle Sam, Aunt Sally getting blammed
[Verse 2]
Least I never rode the bench, Coffee Black
And its all starting to make sense, check the stats
And it's me that the odds against, check the facts
And I almost paid the rent, but this hat. n***a
Know I had to get it, standing with my white sonata need Xzibit
Ride get pimped n***a might get some b**hes
Asian girl told me that she seen me on Pigeons
So shout to Jon Tanners, that's the John Stock a**ist
Use the Gary Payton fore you get the Magic on your sh**
I'm the school PSA, messages from Michael Christmas
Put the guns away let's have some fun today, with d** and drinking
The fried brain cells make you see colored pictures
Got my hair long I'm sitting on this stoop, mother sister
I do the right thing for my fam, but the mosh pitting alcohol spitting for the fans
[Hook]