I seen a homeboy die in cold blood
Eyes rolled in his head wasn't no love
His momma sold p**y daddy was a fiend
He from a place where n***as don't believe in dreams
n***as snortin' powder (Maybach Music)
I seen a homeboy die in cold blood
Eyes rolled in his head wasn't no love
His momma sold p**y daddy was a fiend
He from a place where n***as don't believe in dreams
n***as snortin' powder get you're head right
Get your dick s**ed sittin' at the red light
Now you catchin' cases
Talkin' home invasions
How you get a bond
How the f** you playin'
Can't be playin' games on the home field
Open up like a YAGHHHH when that dome peel YAGHHH
We didn't have sh** when we went to school
Now it's flat screens up in every room
n***a do the math bucket full of crab
Tub full of money candy on the slab
Teflon underneath my fresh tag
Bell Harbor walkin' out with 40 bags
I could f** a model for an autograph
8 cars still make her call a cab
Shout out to Def Jam
Shout out to Warner Brothers
Shout out to Dope Boys
We all need each other
I'm in Anguilla, I'm smoking k**er
We run the game, p**y boy go cry a river
A f** n***a, that's that sh** I don't like
A snitch n***a, that's that sh** I don't like
A b**h n***a, that's that sh** I don't like
Sneak disser, that's that sh** I don't like
They smile in my face thats what I dont like
They steal your whole sound thats a sound bite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They want to find me not breathing like they found mike
A girl will run her mouth only out of spite
But ill never hit a woman never in my life
I was in to deep like my ?
And that p**y so deep I could of drown twice
Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice
Eaten good vegitary with the brown rice
Girls kissin girls, cause its hot right
But unless they use a strap-on than their not dikes
They ain't about that life
They ain't about that life
We hanging out the window its about to be a suge knight
Shout out to derrick rose Free Bump J, real n***a for life
Shout out to Derrick Rose, man that n***a nice
Shout out to L-E-P, Jay Boogie right?
Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi, right? right
A f** n***a, that's that sh** I don't like
A snitch n***a, that's that sh** I don't like
A b**h n***a, that's that sh** I don't like
Sneak disser, that's that sh** I don't like
(Young Chop on the beat)
Fake Gucci, that's that sh** I don't like
Smoking on this dope, higher than a kite
This b**h gon' love me now, she gon' let me pipe
Screaming Sosa, that's that n***a that I like
I don't want relations, I just want one night
Cause a thirsty b**h, that's the sh** that I don't like
I got tats up on my arm, cause this sh** is life
And I stunt so much in clothes, cause I'm living life
I come up on the scene, and I'm stealing light
b**h I'm high off life, got me feeling right
b**h I'm Chief Keef, f** who don't like
And b**h we GBE, we just go on sight
A f** n***a, that's that sh** I don't like
A snitch n***a, that's that sh** I don't like
A b**h n***a, that's that sh** I don't like
Sneak disser, that's that sh** I don't like
I done sold purple, I done sold white
Running outta work, that's that sh** I don't like
She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice
She blowing up my phone, that's that b**h I don't like
Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
Put the pressure on 'em just when they think that I eased up
Thirty for the Cuban, 'nother 30 for the Jesus
Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, s**as
A f** n***a, that's that sh** I don't like
A snitch n***a, that's that sh** I don't like
A b**h n***a, that's that sh** I don't like
Sneak disser, that's that sh** I don't like