I come from the dirty south, most of my ni**as ain't make it out I grew up watching PBS Kids sitting on my mama couch Ain't never had no figure, street life taught me what this world about Ain't into that internet thuggin, never want that type of clout ni**as act like b*tches, all that typing what you steppin on Die bout my respect, I'm on the same street that my opps be on Vent to myself sometimes, f*ck the world, I just wanna be alone Can't give myself to no b*tch, especially if I feel she do me wrong Heart cold like ice, so I went and got me a Gucci Robe Last ni**a play with me, seen the end of the fu*king road I went to war for my brother, we did some sh*t that I ain't ever told All my ni**as solid, Pillsbury we got a lotta dough Turnt up out my body, dumb sh*t, I'm full of hella dope Die bout my respect I step on sh*t, I can't let it go Most of them ni**as be cappin bout the time they say they on I die bout respect, live by the code, be the main goal This for Lul MJ just know I gotchu put that on my soul Savage my ni**a, you know whats brackin, b*tch don't ever fold ni**as tried to cross us, now they 6 feet under the floor ni**as wanna buck, hop out the cut, now we upping the pole Ice around my neck, you would think that my jeweler hope I froze I can't beef with no ni**as especially if its about a hoe It get tragic in the 804, already knowing how it go Still thinking bout my past Remember them days on Chippenham Road Never put no hoe, before my bro, that's breaking G-Code Tevin get the pack in, he got it coming in by the load Baby 9 got that nine on him, he can't go nowhere without that pole Rollin up a opp in this backwood, yeah we upping the score Hoppin out the cut you gone get snuck, I don't give a f*ck I'm in love with money like I'm greedy I can't get enough Higher than a motherfu*king jet, got me feeling stuck And I'm ballin like I'm playing for the Nets, I'm all about a buck Let me out my body b*tch don't worry bout whats in my cup Just pour me up a 2-Liter, so I can go and double up I'm good all through the South, they know my name But you can't look me up Free all my ni**as locked in them chains I know that feeling rough