been spendin' for so long
it got me car sick
Stayin' on business,
I invest in my paper and carpets
On that car we catch niggas in traffic,
we gon' park em
If he come around, it's bein' greedy,
we gon' starve him
Was known for shootin' niggas
where I'm from before heartin'
Baby took 30,
they ain't givin' us no partin'
Sit on niggas' homes, houses,
and niggas' apartments
On the south side,
parkin' niggas like Cartman
Ain't posted in the hood no more,
I'm tryin' by the block
They said I got death all over me,
but that's just Baccarat
How the fuck he keep on scorin'?
He ain't even got a shot
Why he rappin' by the chicken?
He ain't even got a dot
Everybody know how we rock,
what's the reason for explainin'?
Fifty round drunk,
we known for killin' like we canin'
We been out there, they all gettin' wet,
and it ain't rainin'
And after that,
they goin' in the ground,
this shit drainin'
Two grand on some Louis trainers,
I ain't trainin'
And the track hawk doin' the dashin',
I ain't damnin'
They know who really behind the rack,
them niggas claimin'
He caught two at a time,
he said he wasn't even aimin'
Know it's wrong that this the only
type of shit that cite us
Fuck them dead niggas,
they want it to be just like us
Niggas keep on tellin' me to pop out,
I might just
Layin' face flat out in the dirt,
make em' bite dust
We been spinnin' for so long,
it got me car sick
Stayin' on business,
I invest in my paper and carpets
On that car, we catch niggas in traffic,
we gon' park them
If he come around, he's bein' greedy,
we gon' starve him
Was known for shootin' niggas
where I'm from before heartin'
Baby took 30,
they ain't givin' us no partin'
Sit on niggas' homes, houses,
and niggas' apartments
On the south side,
parkin' niggas like Cartman
Real live gangsta, I ain't feedin' no bitch
All our niggas try runnin',
they ain't faster than a switch
We the only niggas up in the
A war and gettin' rich
They know we the ones,
sit outside your job like Mitch
When he fall, get his face,
still trappin' like Ace
Locked dunks,
three bands for a pair of white lace
Hellcat, I'm gettin' eight,
in the middle of a chase
Boy, freakin' safe,
shit ain't even have enough space
Real life trap,
I ran that paper up on the crazier
Bad hood, bitch, look like Keisha,
but this Deja Hood rich and I
was just broke,
this shit major I had to make
sure I ain't have a taser
Where I'm from,
we the bad boys like mace
Kill a king, pingo ass,
I'm the dime, got that bass
Fuck them bitches with my bitches,
cause we got the same taste
Been lat, niggas,
they was standin' in the same place
We been spendin' for so long,
it got me car sick
Stayed on business,
I invest in my paper and carpets
On that car, we catch niggas in traffic,
we gon' park them
If he come around, it's bein' greedy,
we gon' starve him
Known for shootin' niggas
where I'm from before heartin'
Baby took 30,
they ain't givin' us no partin'
Sittin' on niggas' homes, houses,
and niggas' apartments
On the Southside parkin'
