[Hook]
Came out from the home, gang gang
Came out from the street, like dang
Came out from the street, my man
Came out from the home, gang gang
Came out from the home, gang gang
Came out from the street, like dang
Came out from the street, my man
Came out from the home, gang gang

[Verse 1]
You think I can't rap, but actually I can
You freaking out, negro, you gon’ cry over a pan?
I'm all gon’ be like your dumb old head, man
All of y'all don't even understand
You gonna be crying when you mess with somebody
Block that dude, hardhead boy, that's what you know nobody
So I'm gonna be lit, gonna be fast
Put a 10 like that, causing pain just like Nat
But not that pain, you eating on a mat?
Now look at me, you freaking out about fast things
And you about to ring, stop looking at your ding
Bing, just like your singing, and your shins
Aye

[Verse 2]
I'ma be like this cause you hate, and I will never see you again
Cause you lame, you a freaking stain, you not my main
Dang, you mad over a phone? Just like you crying over a slain
You know I be like this everyday
You really don't wanna be saved, boy
You really don't want them beats, boy
You a H boy, you a A boy, I'm a C boy, I'm a fame boy
Gonna be like my hitters, you bitters, cause you hate though
Spending lots of dough
You know that I'm better with the fresh freaking flow
Watch your mouth, you have no life, so
You gonna be like a bitty baby
Cause you always cry, and you not shady
And you crazy, you brazy

[Hook]
Came out from the home, gang gang
Came out from the street, like dang
Came out from the street, my man
Came out from the home, gang gang
Came out from the home, gang gang
Came out from the street, like dang
Came out from the street, my man
Came out from the home, gang gang