[Intro]
Who your favorite rapper? (Oh yeah)
Who your favorite rapper?
Babyfxce E
Is he for real? (Hm?), Is he for real? Hm? (Yeah)
Uncover your mouth, I can't hear you, who your favorite rapper?
Uh, Babyfxce E (Striker Boys, M Block shit, Walkdown Gang, all that shit, n***a, huh)

[Verse 1]
Before you say that she the one, remember at one point, she was goin'
Now we got money to buy our cars, at one point, they was stolen
Now my n***as can ball for life off just off what I showed 'em
Gotta have a trigger finger no more, bro, you just gotta hold it
Left my heart up on the stage, n***a, I done lost my fuckin' voice
If you ain't got no bag, you can't be mad, n***a, that was your fuckin' choice
Where I come from, n***a, it's hard for a n***a just to make some noise
Slime me out, I'm on your ass like, "Damn, I thought me and Fxce was boys"
All my n***as like to play with buttons and, hell naw, bro, these ain't no toys
Keep that front door closed 'cause all that in-and-out shit gon' make me 'noid
Bro just poured a four in a twelve-ounce pop, I think he tryna meet Floyd
They show me love, I give a freak ho my socks every time I go on tour
Huh, I don't want your love if it's fake
In the slums with the Drac', in my hood, I'm a great
I gave n***as some when I only had a lil' on my plate
In the hood with no plate, smokin' a 'Wood on a chase
Tryna do some shit to Fxce, don't think you should, it's not safe
And I keep on havin' the problem of treatin' my huzz like my main
Quit tryna record everything that happen in the club, that shit lame
I'm just wanted without that bitch, but with my gun, I'm like eight
With the chop, I'm fifteen, she said, "Why you bein' mean?"
Told her when you wake up off the lean, sometimes, that's how it be
I got turnt-up music and late-night shit when you drivin' down the street
Man, my voice messed up, ain't stoppin' shit, bro, I'm still tryna pull up beats
I made it out, what the fuck I look like still tryna put on cleats?
But still'll hop up in that field if a n***a ever give me a reason
When I get to the crib, just take my soul, man, lil' baby a demon
I still be puttin' on the same old clothes, I don't care if they already seen it, n***a
[Interlude]
Huh, I don't care if they already seen it, n***a
Same old clothes, I don't care if they already— yeah (I don't give a fuck, n***a)
This 'fit cost me five thousand, I can wear this bitch every day if I want to (Had to switch this bitch up real quick)
Alright, huh

[Verse 2]
I'll wear this shit for two days (Huh)
Hard decision, I can fuck two bitches or make two plays
But y'all know I'm goin' to that pap'
They make me feel home when I'm in Cali, they love me in the Bay
I got the brrt, Fredo got the K
Turn the music up, them cherry tops behind us, I think they tryna chase
Smokin' 'za, bro, I forgot the name
Already thinkin' next bar, because, man, I got a lot to say
That's why I had to add another beat up at the end
Won't catch me lackin' parkin' the 'Cat, because I back it in
Can make two bitches PTP, snap 'em with my hands
If I'm shootin' and bro shootin', you ain't gon' stand a chance
No cap, bro, it's chalk, literally
She want everything in the store, bae, you killin' me
I got like twenty different flows, I ain't stealin' shit
Left wrist white snow, it look like a brick
They thought my hand was in my pocket, it look like a fist
That's just crumbled-up money that I forgot to fix
Bro set a pick, we fucked them n***as up 'cause they forgot to switch
She wanna do my dreads, then after that, she tryna loc and twist
[Outro]
Bitch, yeah
M Block, Strike, all that
What the fuck goin' on