[Intro]

[Verse: Joey Fatts]
I got my foot up in the game and then I stepped on their neck
Down to die bout it, Cut throat it's respect
When my brothers went to jail I went and bought me a tec
To protect myself from all this beef I just now inherited
You ain’t popping shit my n***a, you on some scary shit
A grown man acting like a bitch, that boy Tyler Perry-ing
Fred Perry APC, my n***a where the Beretta is
Swear these n***as can't see me, it's like they reading in braille and shit
Bleedin’ the block, fast beat in the pot
Brand new Perpetual watch
No tick, n***as want me to stop
No bitch it's just me and my Glock
Bitch I'm a fiend for the guap
And I'm mean with the shot like Horry when he watching the clock
Check my status, boy I been a savage
(If n***as wanted status)
Sent your LP to the county, I was letting n***as have it
I wake up in the morning, take a knee, and then I pray
Thank god for letting me paper chase another day
I'm up and on my way, I grab my strap up out the safe
I just beat a case, they screaming won't go back, I feel like Ma$e
Stars up in that Wraith feel like you outerspace
Just giving thanks we came a long way from section 8
My first check I spent a hundred K on a hundred K's
More money, more problems, but I ain't worried boy I’m straight
Live from the gutter, just guns and that butter
[Outro]