[Intro]
We ready
We ready
We bombin' on you muhfuckas
We ready
We ready
Like AT&T, I reach out and touch ya

[Verse]
I'ma take you n***as back to 1995
When I was chasin' broads, stealin' cars and gettin' high
Still wet behind the ears, shootin' dice, drinkin' beer
But every other year it's like I lost another peer, I
Pledge allegiance to the streets to watch my back and pack my heat and if I die before I wake I pray to God my family straight
I'ma on the rise to the top and I ain't lookin' back
You criticize rap, at least we ain't cookin' crack
I got my pеople out the hood now we doin' grеat
No more Timmy Chan's now we eatin' steak, I'm
Ten million strong, nine cars, eight homes and I can't be fucked wit on this microphone, you get it?
You gotta admit it, I came in the game and locked it
Whenever I spit it I'm surly to gain a profit
No nuts, no glory (no glory)
Muhfucka pay attention to my story, I'm here
I write what I go through
My lyrics are so true
'Cause rap to me is like grandma soul food
You live and you learn
Plus you get what you earn
You ain't gotta talk shit, you know them bullets'll burn
I write what I go through
My lyrics are so true
'Cause rap to me is like grandma soul food
You live and you learn
Plus you get what you earn
You ain't gotta talk shit, you know them bullets'll burn, ay
I'm not concerned wit yo ass, you a lame n***a
The best you could do, was my leprechaun picture
Come on n***a, you don't know me but I'ma change that (change that)
I heard the strip clubs is where you like to hang at
You know them trap boys (trap boys)
They from ATL (ATL)
I'ma 'bout to drop they shit, we 'bout to give you hell
I heard you went to jail, but I ain't really care
My plane was late that day, bitch I ain't never scared
And just because you caught a case, you ain't a thug
But when they ram you in yo ass n***a you a gurl
You ain't built like me
You a clone n***a
Pick a place just me and you, let's get it on n***a