[Intro]
Hunnit round Hef I be handy with the [?] (ungh)
Disrespect the family, put the [?] to your granny (yeah)
Slid your baby momma on her way to get a mani' (uh, huh)
Fingerf** her in the [?] and put my handle in the [?] (True)
[Verse 1]
Police pull us over the pedrico in the fanny
We be pulling triggers, only thing you pull is hammys
We be selling grams, don't give a f** about a grammy
Get the crutches for these s**ers, heard these n***as can't Stand me
See me then they panic, I'm a Black Market bandit
Supply it they demand it, 'bout my green like Captain Planet
My hoe's bad like Janet, haters can't understand it
These n***as wanna be me when they see me they like damn it
They say a penny for your thoughts but i say f** that
Quarter of the sour where my nuts at, f** rap, trap life
n***a fix your face you better act right
Put bullets in your scalp like some head lice
These n***as know I'm dead nice, 2Pac
Tre-Eight and that new Glock
Twenty Thousand dollars in my shoe box
And a hammer in my toolbox
Tool time, sipping on that moonshine
Started rapping now I got a new grind
True no 2chainz, n***as at the bottom of the food chain
Spit fire like I drank a fifth of butane
You too lame, oh you bang? What you claim?
Little n***a you don't really move 'caine
Don't sell weed and don't move pills, what you slang?
I got the mental of a manic depressant
High off that herbal essence
Ditching discretion
I'm reckless with every f**ing sentence
Skipped out on court to get high I'm ducking the f**ing sentence
I'm the definition of ruckus, rushing the f**ing entrance
b**hes I bust and duck 'em, pa** 'em off to f** my henchman, cruel intentions, demented
Couple of things I forgot to mention
I was foul from a youngin'
Thugging, like f** detention
I'm in another dimension
Still sleeping n***a better pay attention
All these thoughts in my brain
Got a n***a 'bout to go insane
[??], but i'm [??] that Kurt Cobain
Never got a lot a love all a young n***a really know is pain
They got my n***as in the jail, now them n***as trying to put me in the chains
Baby girl I ain't trying to f** all a young n***a really want Is brains
Next dirty cop try to frame me, I'm put a bullet in his brains
All my n***as gonna ride, every n***a stay in there own lane
What your set? What you claim? Throw It up
Let 'em know you gon' bang
[Hook](x2)
If it's true indeed
I got what you need
Money, hoes and weed
Can't waste no time
Money on my mind
Steady on my grind
Lead a life of crime
And I can't look back
I gotta move these raps
I gotta move these packs
I gotta get these stacks
And i can't look back
And i can't look back, And i can't look back
And i can't look back
..It's true indeed
I got what you need..