[Intro]
We not your lil' n***as, like, the way you talkin'
I don't, I don't get what you mean
We not your little n***as, like, for real
All that big homie stuff, that's for little n***as
Little n***as have big homies
We're not little n***as, so we don't even respect big homies
I know killers doesn't and for me, I never respected n***as in the streets
That's why I always got the problems I got (Juice)
Gang and them, no lames with them
Long live the Ruler, long live the Greatest (My n***a Juice)
We know the truth
Hm

[Chorus]
I'm not your lil' n***as, we don't do big homies
I know you smell me 'cause I got that shit on me
Summertime in LA, better have that blick on you
Armed and handy 'cause both of my wrists broken
My watch came from burglary, this bitch stolen
For all the bums on my comments, stop holdin'
You couldn't walk up in my shoes without foldin'
Grand Master Ralfy tape still loadin'

[Verse 1]
I know you bum n***as tired of hoe bowin'
Kicked out of school, doin' too much showboatin'
Like 03, when I'm zonin', I'm floatin'
Off these substances, move in slow motion
Got good dick, I put motion in your ocean
I'm damn near finna start my own lotion
You want these goods? Bitch, then hand over a token
I paid nothin' for this watch 'cause it's stolen
Don't got no plaque, but my music still rollin'
From [?] to Alhambra, I went golden
Quick to X a bitch out like I'm Logan
Ain't never had a big homie, we don't condone them, the Plug
[Chorus]
I'm not your lil' n***as, we don't do big homies
I know you smell me 'cause I got that shit on me
Summertime in LA, better have that blick on you
Armed and handy 'cause both of my wrists broken
My watch came from burglary, this bitch stolen
For all the bums on my comments, stop holdin'
You couldn't walk up in my shoes without foldin'
Grand Master Ralfy tape still loadin'

[Verse 2]
You see the fake and the real when you chosen
N***as be doin' this shit for they own motive
Life stress, sometimes I need a cold soda
For the snakes, I gotta keep the king cobra
N***as don't wanna see my unreleased folder
They think I made it, watch when I peak on 'em
When it's chili, I can go mink on 'em
The dog shit is how you know the Stincs showed up
You said you who, big homie? N***a, so what?
You can't hop up in a foreign and do donuts
Chiefin' Heavily with the rise, we smoke donuts
A lot of you n***as never been on a dough hunt, the Plug

[Chorus]
I'm not your lil' n***as, we don't do big homies
I know you smell me 'cause I got that shit on me
Summertime in LA, better have that blick on you
Armed and handy 'cause both of my wrists broken
My watch came from burglary, this bitch stolen
For all the bums on my comments, stop holdin'
You couldn't walk up in my shoes without foldin'
Grand Master Ralfy tape still loadin'