[Chorus: Mista F.A.B.]
You see [?] that's what I tend to
Cause I ain't trippin on what other men do
I don't look shit like the shit I been through
Lotta shit going on [?]
See all ya'll worried about is the money and the fame
The cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains
N***as don't know my hurt, n***as don't know my pain
N***as sware that they know me, they bairly know my name

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
N***as wanna know what I spent on the Wraith
Hating n***as make me wanna spit in they face
Mozzy my brother, sucker I'll smother
Never treat a bitch better than my mother
[?] butterfly
Still screaming fuck the other side
I cried when my grandmama died
A week later, my other grandmama died
The type of shit that'll make you commit suicide
I gotta keep the hammer in the ride
N***as talking bout [?]
N***a better off taking [?]
Chopper got a hundred [?]
I was fucking on my cousin's bitch
She was fucking me cause I was rich
I was fucking her cause she was thick
[Chorus: Mista F.A.B.]
You see [?] that's what I tend to
Cause I ain't trippin on what other men do
I don't look shit like the shit I been through
Lotta shit going on [?]
See all ya'll worried about is the money and the fame
The cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains
N***as don't know my hurt, n***as don't know my pain
N***as sware that they know me, they bairly know my name

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Grew up in the struggle, blew up off a bubble
Shout out to the ones that intredused me to the hustle
[?] everything trouble
But I promis not to fumble, get money, remain humble
[?]
Mini AR in the pink dolphin duffle
Scrape you with the K, for thinking we gon scuffle
Sware to god a n***a die last time I chucked him
If he ain't family orianted, then fuck him
Fucking with them suckers [?]
[?] I fuck around with the [?]
N***as say they love me, but they don't know [?]

[Chorus: Mista F.A.B.]
You see [?] that's what I tend to
Cause I ain't trippin on what other men do
I don't look shit like the shit I been through
Lotta shit going on [?]
See all ya'll worried about is the money and the fame
The cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains
N***as don't know my hurt, n***as don't know my pain
N***as sware that they know me, they bairly know my name
[Verse 3: Celly Ru]
They a stranger to the pain and a n***a feelings
They tryna kill him, I'm tryna take off the cieling
Tryna get a million, these n***as all in they feelings
Looking like a million, that really be how I'm feeling
They don't know the shit a n***a been through
Tryna eat a n***a, put them suckers on the menue
Tryna give back all the love that they give Ru
Do anything for my brother, he know that it ain't shit fool
[?]
[?] would've done the same if I ain't have it on me
Thought you was my brother, it was love, shit what happen homie?
I was just trappin, getting dollars off this rappin homie
I ain't trippin
It ain't on me, just know that I ain't slippin
When I dropped the n***a, he ain't probably living
[?] speak on it ever, I'm that kind of n***a
Go by myself, but if you with me, just be quiet n***a

[Chorus: Mista F.A.B.]
You see [?] that's what I tend to
Cause I ain't trippin on what other men do
I don't look shit like the shit I been through
Lotta shit going on [?]
See all ya'll worried about is the money and the fame
The cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains
N***as don't know my hurt, n***as don't know my pain
N***as sware that they know me, they bairly know my name
[Verse 4: Lil B]
I'm tryna be philthy rich like Philthy Rich
Get rich or die trying bitch, like 50 Cent
[?] tryna leave the streets smoking
Shout out to North Ocland, we cliqued up
Everything a gamble, n***a put your chips up
I know the Base God, but that's another note
Shout out to Mozzy, Sacromento selling dope
Shout out to Joe Blow, and Mista F.A.B
Everything on a bitch, I don't catch cabs
Everything out of struggle, n***as disrespect me, I'm knocking at your mother door
I done bounced back, [?]
[?] lose a bitch
I don't give a shit
Take losses, cried tears, then I buy guns
Never talk, never snitch, [?]

[Chorus: Mista F.A.B.]
You see [?] that's what I tend to
Cause I ain't trippin on what other men do
I don't look shit like the shit I been through
Lotta shit going on [?]
See all ya'll worried about is the money and the fame
The cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains
N***as don't know my hurt, n***as don't know my pain
N***as sware that they know me, they bairly know my name