[Intro]
Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
I lost some old friends I had to tell, "No" (Look like DJ Chose)
The streets they washed up most of these n***as hoes
Can't see be goin' out sad, oh no, no, no
Yeah

[Verse 1]
When you ain't havin' nothin', watch how they treat you
At my lowest all I had was God, don't ever think I need you
Count up a hundred bands of dirty money, huh, huh (Out the mud, n***a)
Showed you the move and you tried to work it on me, I'm like

[Chorus]
I swear to God 'fore I got out, I wanna shoot (Yeah)
Clap rods like it ain't nothin' else to do (Fah-fah)
Keep a stick on me, better have it on you (Yеah)
And if you got the drop, n***a, fuck it, come on through (Sheesh)

[Post-Chorus]
Pull up
N***a, fuck it, come on through
Know wе outside with it (Yeah, yeah)
N***a, fuck it, come on through

[Verse 2]
We don't give no fucks, play you out of luck, uh
I keep it on my side like my .40 was a crutch
I workin' with a pair, but bitch, I ain't the one
Might pop one in your head talking 'bout a one on one, huh
Never catch me slippin', got it tucked right by my belly
Ask around the city since a lil' one I been steppin'
I stay out people business 'cause that shit be gettin' messy
'Cause soon I flash out, you gotta check it or respect it
I pray to God that my dawg come home
I keep it gun just to make it home
I hope my mom know I love her soul
But you raised a child with a troubled soul
[Chorus]
I swear to God 'fore I got out, I wanna shoot (Yeah)
Clap rods like it ain't nothin' else to do (Fah-fah)
Keep a stick on me, better have it on you (Yeah)
And if you got the drop, n***a, fuck it, come on through (Sheesh)

[Post-Chorus]
Pull up
N***a, fuck it, come on through
Know we outside with it (Yeah, yeah)
N***a, fuck it, come on through

[Outro]
I pray to God that my dawg come home
I keep a gun just to mkae it home
I hope my mom know I love her soul
But you raised a child with a troubled soul