[Intro: Jeezy & DJ Drama]
Yeah
Who put this thing together? Me
Yeah
That's who, me
(Gangsta Grillz)

[Chorus: Jeezy]
Trick or treat, grind or sleep, goin' fed on the beat
Mick be on the keys, Plain Jane on the sleeve
I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town
I'm watchin' Scarface, and that's with no sound

[Interlude: DJ Drama & Jeezy]
All I got in this world (Yeah)
Is my balls and my word
And I don't break 'em for nobody (Yeah)
Mr. Thanksgiving

[Chorus: Jeezy]
Trick or treat, grind or sleep, goin' fed on the beat
Mick be on the keys, Plain Jane on the sleeve
I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town
I'm watchin' Scarface, and that's with no sound
I'm a boss, boss, this is boss talk
Bruce Leroy, might Crip-walk
Grab the plunger, n***a, 'cause I shit-talk
Ain't talkin' classrooms, I'm wearin' white chalk
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
We try and live life, we try and get right
And when you get right, just keep your shit tight
They try and block a n***a, they try and stop a n***a
Your bitch switched up, she out of pocket, n***a
Who can you trust though? Hey, where the love, go?
Hey, bitch, I'm shellshocked, I came from crackpots
I rep the have-nots, yeah, I'm the mascot
Can't break my old habits, still got a stash box
Still tryna do better, still 'bout that whatever
I beat the feds, ho', that's right, I'm too clever
I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town
I'm watchin' Scarface, and that's with no sound

[Chorus: Jeezy]
Trick or treat, grind or sleep, goin' fed on the beat
Mick be on the keys, Plain Jane on the sleeve
I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town
I'm watchin' Scarface, and that's with no sound
I'm a boss, boss, this is boss talk
Bruce Leroy, might Crip-walk
Grab the plunger, n***a, 'cause I shit-talk
Ain't talkin' classrooms, I'm wearin' white chalk

[Verse 2: EST Gee]
Put the car in park, hop out, let stick off
They some civilian shooters, we whack the big boss
He steal a dirty stick, I wipe the prints off
A real trap n***a, I'm talkin' brick talk
I train my dawg right, I make my pit walk
Hit it, make it sit, talk, ordered up, weren't ready
Mostly hard, I left a zip soft
In case he wanna practice, whip it 'til it's thick as batter
Girl as strong as Trish Stratus, I'ma flip this master
Murder, business, bastards, snatch a n***a out his body
Doctor G, Miami, n***as backwards
But on IG, they look like they turnt up
They know not to post they whips in pics, it's gon' get burned up
Can't blame you for bein' a bitch, your daddy soft, but you can learn from 'em
[Chorus: Jeezy]
Trick or treat, grind or sleep, goin' fed on the beat
Mick be on the keys, Plain Jane on the sleeve
I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town
I'm watchin' Scarface, and that's with no sound
I'm a boss, boss, this is boss talk
Bruce Leroy, might Crip-walk
Grab the plunger, n***a, 'cause I shit-talk
Ain't talkin' classrooms, I'm wearin' white chalk

[Outro: DJ Drama]
You n***as don't have the guts to be what you wanna be
You need people like me
So you can point your fuckin' finger and say "That's the bad guy"
DJ—