[Hook - 2x]
My mama use to tell me, bout these
Broke hoaching a** n***as, in these streets
So many people, wanna see me fall
And then they wonder, why my attitude is f** em all
[Trae]
You still running up, better peep my attitude
Cause I don't give a f** about, you or the next dude
Hitting the block top down, waving the boulevard
Run on side of my Range, and your feet get scarred
I ain't never leave the house, without me packing a gun
And I ain't never leave the block, without collecting my funds
A lot of n***as wanna hate, but they ain't fading us
So everytime I show my teeth, I shine like the sun
Breaking the game, and n***as wanna hate my fame
And take my change, but never will they get my change
I'm quick to aim, and leave a red dot on your brain
You heard the bang, and n***as gon respect the name
I'm telling you dog, my mama use to tell me y'all
Don't be fake, fraud keeping me behind the wall
But never ever will I let a, motherf**er block me
I'ma run through that b**h, hit up and don't fall
So it's best to vacate, for your sake
The Maab up in this b**h, and I'ma regulate
Disrespect me and mine, I'ma retaliate
They don't really wanna go to war, with a heavyweight
Dirty South veteran, Dirty Third glider
Underground, wrecking a n***a till they retire
For my T. Jones, I'ma set it on fire
Busting they neck and back, like they Khia
[Hook - 2x]
[Z-Ro]
Dorothy Marie McVey, this your son
I've been on top of my cash, till the last of my funds
Even though I haven't seen you, since I was six
I know you keep me with a weapon, when I'm out in the mix
You use to tell me, to never talk back and respect
Now that I'm grown, a n***a be cashing chin checks
I'm a guerilla, with a motherf**ing attitude
And whether broke or pain, I'ma be in a bad mood
This is low life, motherf**ers can't go nowhere to roll lights
Struggling to make it, cause this industry is so shife
n***as'll take your name, and break your name
And try to give you ten percent, of the change
But, my mama use to tell me about these
Broke hoaching, a** n***as in these streets
So I'ma be busting, a .50 caliber
Retaliation with b**hes, until they stacking up
I know, Z-Ro don't wanna go to the county jail no mo'
But I know, you don't wanna be doing that
It's either that or the graveyard Ro, because I'm a k**a
And so many people, wanna see a n***a fall
Want me at the table, if they don't want me to eat it all
And then they wonder, why my attitude is f** y'all
[Hook - 2x]