A hundred miles and running, n***as going at the end of me
n***as switching sides, give me nothing like it's the end of me.
n***as having family, but I know these n***as into me.
Pown me, thug it to the motherf**er sin is me.
I'm a train the topic time down, b**h, I'm riding in a 'rarri.
If you don't like me, than I'm sorry.
I ain't og, I'm just being me, f**ing pretty clear.
I rap about this sh**, 'cause I did it.
Life don't change, neither do the game,
n***as getting money, but the rules stay the same.
Who I'm gonna sound with, who I wanna ground with?
That's my only question, n***a, see 'em G I'm down with.
Cocaine mirrors, cold money guns, every n***a I f** with with the g I make them bun,
So I never leave the house without my chain on my gut,
Got on my old boy Gucci so I fresh pearl once.
See, n***a, see, I feel like I wanna release, n***a,
I got to face earth, you know what I mean?
And then I got nothing to do and get no money
And that, n***a, that be a hundred.
That be a hundred with yourself, that be a hundred with the n***as,
A hundred with you, you know what I mean?
Man, I got a lot of young n***a around me, n***a,
And that's straight of low life family, n***a, could k** for each other,
That thing is real.
Murder was the case, n***a, jump a hoardal with a race n***a, down
Then I put it in your face, to the face, on my case, n***a,
Told my lawyer go to trial, I'm doing it big in the meanwhile.
If I lose, place a riot for me, if I die don't stay fire for me,
Pour on some liquor and get higher for me,
I'm doing this thing for my home boys,
I have it, oh, lord, so surely can avoid.
I came here speaking from my heart for some time around
Am I a real rapper or just a n***a on lands?
I don't know, I'm confused, do I suppose to be rich?
You know that hoe ain't your hoe, she's your supposed to be b**h.
No supposed to be clip, I want no allias,
You see 'em G, homie and we don't franchise.
I get green gas off the whipe a**, don't get in that pot
And he get bout time.
Hallelujah, bless my shooters, serve my jazle, watch him hit that shooter.
f** that rap sh**, I don't fit in,
How they f** boys, how they fake friends.
Streets on fire, plug on gold mode, streets so damn dry, I might get a truck load.
f** your country, I won't sign it, labels keep calling me, but I don't call back.