Fuck man, it's my life man.
Fuck I had to go through to get to
where the fuck I'm at now man.
Some of y 'all niggas was fuckin' born
with platinum spoons in y 'all mouth man.
I was born with nothin' in my
fuckin' mouth man.
Straight hunger man,
I'm a fuckin' hungry nigga man.
That's why I'm doin' this shit the way I do it man,
I'm a straight street nigga man.
Y 'all niggas rap all about this glory shit and don't
motherfuckin' tell the things we go through man.
We done been in jail, we done been shot,
we done been stabbed.
We see niggas die every
fuckin' day in our hood, man
Y 'all niggas act like this rap's
just a fuckin' game, man
I ain't playin' no fuckin'
games with y 'all niggas, man
Y 'all want problems with me?
Bring it to me
Don't rap on shit
No reason for you to rap
Fuck is you rappin' for, man?
Fuck is you sayin' my name
in sixteen bars, nigga?
Say my name in sixteen fuckin' slugs, man
Kill me, nigga
Don't just motherfuckin'
shout me out
Cause you got more motherfuckin'
sales than me
Or you can get on the radio easier than me
And you can say my
motherfuckin' name is quick
I'll fuck you up, dawg
Cause just as quick as you say my name
I'm at that fuckin' radio station, man
I'm on ya, man
I'm on ya
My whoops is on ya
My team's on ya
We not fuckin' goin' for that, man
I'm not here for you to fuckin'
make money on
A joke on, man
I'm a straight street nigga, man
Even though I rap
Catch me on a grind with a gat
And I fluently sell crack
To make him turn back
See the ice double your life
And bet on one dice
Keep a bitch bookin' my flights
Come home the same night,
got the president looking for me to stop gay fights
Ride by a gun if you ain't got
your aim right
When I talk, make the whole
New
York stand
up in court
And go hard like
Hank
Gathers and die for the
sport I see the
TVs in the
Tangerine
Porsche, dual
exhaust
Lifestyle course, went from
Bummy to the
Boss
Used to fucking ugly bitches,
now it's models
in the sauce
And I took my advance money,
flipped it on
Ross
And when I drop in the streets,
I'm going
platinum out the door
And I hate y 'all funny niggas putting 20s
on the chords
If you hear me on the radio,
your tapes don't
Better say it when it come to gangster music,
I'm your favorite
As far back as I can remember,
I always wanted to be a gangster, gangster