sh** man
n***a gotta go on the got down
Get the sh** straight when I got damn get out
Well sh**
This what really goin down
Wha**up my n***a another day the same sh**
Punk-a** C.O.'s on a n***a dick
Got me up at three o'clock cookin nappy grits
I'm a G from C.P. I can't take the sh**
Tryin to hold a n***a down in this country a** town
I'm used to smokin chronic movin pounds
They got a n***a on some "Sir, yessir, left right left"
Throw me in a hole if my a** outta step
They treat you like a motherf**in slave
Dopefiends, cryin Jesus, swear they saved
n***az better get they game tight
Cause these crackers tryin to take a n***a life and they rights
I'm surrounded by fake-a** crooks
They swear they kingpins but don't have money on they books
I hear so many lies it make me sick
These n***az called ballers sellin dimes and licks
I can't wait til the day they let me go
So I can eat some steak and shrimp
grab a mic, and bust a flow
I'm Audi 5 n***a lights out
Hold it down on the streets until the day that I get out
I'm out man