(Chorus) I’m sitting in the booth, I just speak the truth These other ni**as don’t got the juice But I got it, I got it I’m like Pac, bi**h ni**a I’m sitting in the booth, I just speak the truth These other ni**as don’t got the juice But I got it, I got it I’m like Pac, bi**h ni**a (Verse 1) It’s 5 in the morning, I’m bout to roll up reefer Got a nike sweatsuit, I usually wear Adidas Ni**s broke into my crib and rummaged through the houses Stupid motherf**kers ain’t find the guns and 40 thousand All they took is my duffel and Coogi’s that’d been styled in And my two Macbooks, one of em had my new album But not Major Without A Deal, cause I been sent that to Rock And nobody know where I stay, I know it came from the block I got five bands for they spot, or informations that’s leading Tell they bodies to drop, you ni**as hungry, I’m feeding BSB getting gwap, and we approaching these thieves So when I make the hood hot, here you go, this the reason Real ni**as sell coke, rob, and blow smoke Fake ni**as sneak still, and they cutthroat You gon soon brag then you save and showboat I’ma show up on your shadow and show off my gun tote (Repeat Chorus)