[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
DJ Paul!
I'm an OG dirty south n***a, that's a true fact
26 years in this game, I didn't [?]
[?] got my first [?]
With my Oscar in the cup, [?]
[?] most underrated n***a in the game
A skeliton sinner [?] with a Christion name
I made the whole world screaming yeah ho
Pimp n***a, made my ex bitch eat my new ho
That's how a n***a do it on the southside
Better listen to a mac, or get a black eye
Gotta keep some extra bitches on stand by
Cause these days hoes pimpin hoes, and they getting by

[Verse 2: AR-AB]
I se the fork in the road, but I kept going
They shot my car up with a 30, it just kept going
I see my aunt strung out in the crack house
I told her never come back, but she kept going
There's money on my head, I still sleep good
Never had a record deal, but I eat good
[?] speak hood
I'm tryna stuff 3 grams up in each wood
[?] mom pray at night, that I make it home
She said AB, leave the streets, won't you make a song?
[?] tryna make a song
[?] small Glock till the break of dawn
When my dreams come true with my make a wish
I let my family gon eat if I take a prick
14 on the block tryna take a shift
Hustle in the bathroom when I take a shit
[Verse 3: Dark Lo]
This is [?] to your eyes, [?] lies
My piece of the pie, it's the reper in disguise
I got all white on, I got all my rights wrong
N***as got tights on, [?] mic's on
You can have it
[?]
It's over for you, got the drop, Imma [?] on you
[?] throw some shitup on you
Dark Lo and AR-AB, this is not normal
No money, no conversation
Time is up, homie, what's the combonation?
All you n***as talking shit, what's the situation?
Pastries in the oven, that's the shit I'm baking
I got a mag in my raincoat
I let it rain on you, don't get drained though
I'm off the Perkasits, I might change clothes
Get money, [?]