[Verse 1]
Went to sleep real
Woke up reala'
Goon affiliated
Ex drug deala'
Resume solid
Street-cred bigga'
Clique full of soldiers
All us k**ers
Never seen what i'm what they called a real n***a
Pocket full of cash,
Body full of liquor
Put my whips on it
Bet he ain't trilla
If I don't know ya homie
Hand on pistol
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You lookin' at the man,
Stacks and rubber-bands yea,
Action for the cameras,
You can ask the fans cause,
They say I'm the man,
Watch me pull my pants up,
Watch me do my dance yup,
Stacks and rubber-bandsyea,
You lookin' at the man,
Whip on 22's,
Towin' when I move,
Askin' what it do,you lookin' at the man,
Watch me pull mah pants up,
Watch me do mah dance yup,
Stacks and rubber-bands yup
[Verse 2]
Key to the city name carry weight
I don't f** with n***as most of 'em fake
You went behind the ears? Jumped off the post late
Where I'm from homie I don't let the goons ache
Came up slow all off a shake
Grandma dyin' hard to be straight
Just left court, my dog lost his case
They gave him life homie off of them 28's
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[Verse 3]
Product of the hood came from the gutter
Been through it all still remain a hustler
Ride or die homie before I f**ing struggle
Chopper game serious, got it from my brother
Learned the hard way streets don't love ya
Snitchin' at a high dope game in trouble
Whip game shaky then you gon' suffer
I'm the man homie can't deny it s**er
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