[Verse: Uncle Murda]

Might get shot by a cop today
For being black on the block today
In the trap gettin chicken
Four-fifth got an extended clipping

I'm old dog with the llama
What'd you say about my Mama?
Shoot a n***a for some petty shit
In the restaurant on some belly shit

No mother, no father
Yea I grew up in the Carter
We ain't let a crackhead work for us though
We was more smarter

Take it back to the old school
Street smart, i ain't go to school
Dropped out, got a GED
Broke teachers can't teach me

No respect for the OGs
West Coast made us look weak
Pac died n***as killed Big
Big died, they dead, the beef
Rest in peace to my n***a Ty
Wish you was still here playa
Me and Wes still killin n***as
So what if twenty years later

Next year, it makes twenty years
Still feelin n***as, you ain't here
Gotta movie i'm about to make
Tryna partner up with Lionsgate

I done been through it all
Flex, I done seen a lot
Seen chicks give they kids a kiss
When they just finished giving me top

Main chick want Chanel
Side chick want a Birkin
Young chick want Gucci
Told her, "We don't do Gucci."

Glad they freed the n***a Gucci
I ain't pulling over they might shoot me
Strapped up like where the beef is
Got ID for them pieces

Friends used to be envy
Had to grab the 9, let it empty
Now it's hella food in the fridge
Dropping out: the best thing I ever did
School couldn't pay the bills
Or put food on the table
We was watching regular TV
Hit the block, now we got cable

These Balmain jeans, Versace on my feet
Shirt by Givenchy
N***as hating on me, I ain't worried about nothing
Like the homie Frenchy

Diamonds all on my chain, all on my watch
And n***as don't like that
That's how people get shot
And people start saying, "Why'd they do him like that?"

Got girls kissing girls, menage a trois
Yea i really like that
Girls like all the new Drake songs
They don't care if he ain't write that

[Outro (Funkmaster Flex and Uncle Murda)]
OOOOOH. THAT MADE ME WHOAA
N***A YOU MAD STAY MAD
THAT TYPE OF TALK AIN'T NEVER GONNA STOP
YOU MAD AT ME YOU SHOULD BE BRUH
We not laughing with you
We laughing at you