Ha ha, you ain't nothin' you say you is Just let everyone know Uh, just know that I know, I know, I know The streets; they fallin' strong Just know that I know Uh, f** them n***a, you know I know They know Flocka got these streets, f** this industry I know he fakin', f** his feature, won't get sh** from me A lot of rappers see before [?] supporter They just mirrors full of smoke, they ghosts, they can't afford it You give the streets a bad name, you can't fill these shoes No, you don't really live that life, who you tryin' to fool? I'm the type that you call to get you chain back You the type to go out of town and get your chain snatched I'm the type to get some money, all my n***as' good You the type to turn your back, that's a bad look How you real, don't put no money on your [?] But you buy a b**h Chanel just to hit the p**y I lost some n***as in this sh**, got some inner fans I been up and felt some droughts, I done lost some bread Know how it feel to be f**ed up, can't even hold your head But you ain't really in this sh**, so you won't understand You don't know how it feel to put your life on the line For your n***as when this beef like, "f** the other side" You ain't that n***a you say you is, boy, I know your kind You the type to hit the cups, scared to throw your sign p**y-a** n***a, ha ha, f**-n***a, I see you God, it was poppin', man, homie, what's up, bro? B.S. and we in this b**h, man Down south criminals, man You know how we rockin', man Big homie sh**, man I'm in the hood, I'm in the raids I'm overseas, I'm in America, I'm in China I'm in London, I'm in Africa, I'm in Australia n***a, I'm everywhere, partner, what you up to? Bank accounts in, like, seven different f**in' countries, man I'm eatin', man