sh** man n***a gotta go on the got down Get the sh** straight when I got damn get out Well sh** This what really goin down Wha**up my n***a another day the same sh** Punk-a** C.O.'s on a n***a dick Got me up at three o'clock cookin nappy grits I'm a G from C.P. I can't take the sh** Tryin to hold a n***a down in this country a** town I'm used to smokin chronic movin pounds They got a n***a on some "Sir, yessir, left right left" Throw me in a hole if my a** outta step They treat you like a motherf**in slave Dopefiends, cryin Jesus, swear they saved n***az better get they game tight Cause these crackers tryin to take a n***a life and they rights I'm surrounded by fake-a** crooks They swear they kingpins but don't have money on they books I hear so many lies it make me sick These n***az called ballers sellin dimes and licks I can't wait til the day they let me go So I can eat some steak and shrimp grab a mic, and bust a flow I'm Audi 5 n***a lights out Hold it down on the streets until the day that I get out I'm out man