[verse 1]:

They love me in the hood But they know I gotta leave em
Cut some homies off n***as thinking that I need them
Lil n***a hot but I really don't believe em
Youngings gon shoot so you know I gotta feed em
Traps for no reason
Blow racks for no reason
Gotta feed n***as the crack Cause they fiending
I was out chasing them stacks while they dreaming
They sleep taking them naps cause they leaning
That's how it be though
N***as like Rico
Ill shooters like shaq with the free throw
With a geek hoe
She a freak though
She'll do anything for the team though
Mama told me boy make that shit
You just wanna be great just face that shit
You keep it real n***as hate that shit
Don't let a n***a tell you that you ain't that shit
And if you ain't got it better take that shit
Bows to the king
Down for the green
20 for the watch
A thou for the jeans
Riding with the thing
Shout outs to the team
N***as stay down but they gon be straight
They fuck with me now
But that shit so fake
Young n***a eating got a lot on my plate
More money that you make
More n***a gon hate
[verse 2]:

Told rob Imma kill this shit
Everybody gon feel this shit
N***as gon try to steal this shit
I can't let nobody hear this shit
I swear to god man these n***as so funny
I keep shit real what else do you want from me?
Young boss is what I'm running
Going hard we need some more money
In this shit forreal
N***a play with me
That'll get em killed
N***as know the deal
We'll blow the steel
Tell bro to chill
N***as on forreal
N***a go forreal
And ride through the city with a strap
Try ya luck if you think it's just rap
Bibby bout to put the squad on the map
I ain't left but n***a I'm back
I'm back I spit crack
That loud pack tryna relax
I push back that free crack
Tell my fiends it's time to relapse
I'm the hottest n***a out better know that
Too far in so a n***a can't go back
Make a fuck n***a ask was Hov back?
And I feel like these rap n***as so wack