[Intro]
(The hoes love it)

[Chorus]
Street n***a persona, thuggin' lonely, I got no friends (No friends)
Bitch say, "Bae, you better not play, fuck what they say, just go in" (Go in)
Break her back, blow out her cat, rip out her tracks and sew-in
That backend late, I blow that Drac', I better not play, I go in (Go in)
Came grinding off porches (Porches)
Crack rocks on torches (Torches)
Drop top on Porsches (Skrrt)
Driving like Jeff Gordon (Skrrt)
All white my Forces
Wait for it, don't force it (Nah)
Broke and a bitch ain't like all of my pics, now I'm poppin' my shit in my portraits (Cheese)

[Verse 1]
You know how I'm livin', don't play with my feelings, inside of my head, I hear voices (Bitch)
I'm really a savage, I didn't have a daddy, I had to go make me some choices (Choices)
Chasin' after my dreams, servin' fiends at a FEMA (FEMA)
N***as can't even see me, I'm feeling like John Cena (N***as can't see me)
Moved out of Section 8, I'm catchin' plays in Pasadena
The ones who didn't believe me, made 'em all a believer, gang

[Chorus]
Street n***a persona, thuggin' lonely, I got no friends (No friends)
Bitch say, "Bae, you better not play, fuck what they say, just go in" (Go in)
Break her back, blow out her cat, rip out her tracks and sew-in
That backend late, I blow that Drac', I better not play, I go in (Go in)
Came grinding off porches (Porches)
Crack rocks on torches (Torches)
Drop top on Porsches (Skrrt)
Driving like Jeff Gordon (Skrrt)
All white my Forces
Wait for it, don't force it (Nah)
Broke and a bitch ain't like all of my pics, now I'm poppin' my shit in my portraits (Cheese)
[Verse 2]
I ain't shakin' no hand, n***as gay, gay
I just talked to my dog through a JPay
All my diamonds hittin' like a hurricane, make a bitch holler, "A bay bay"
I'm a real Crip, got hollow tips and an extra clip on the AK
In the alleyway servin' straight hard
I'ma post up, fuck a face card
I'm a roguish n***a in a racecar
With a 40 Glock and an AR
If you looking for me, I don't stay far
I'm where the lions, tigers, and the apes are, gang

[Chorus]
Street n***a persona, thuggin' lonely, I got no friends (No friends)
Bitch say, "Bae, you better not play, fuck what they say, just go in" (Go in)
Break her back, blow out her cat, rip out her tracks and sew-in
That backend late, I blow that Drac', I better not play, I go in (Go in)
Came grinding off porches (Porches)
Crack rocks on torches (Torches)
Drop top on Porsches (Skrrt)
Driving like Jeff Gordon (Skrrt)
All white my Forces
Wait for it, don't force it (Nah)
Broke and a bitch ain't like all of my pics, now I'm poppin' my shit in my portraits (Cheese)

[Outro]
(The hoes love it)