[Chorus]
Hey, these n***as ain't really vibin', I don't feel no energy
Why I heard you out here talkin' like the enemy? Yeah, yeah
I don't give a fuck about the industry, yeah, yeah
I don't give a fuck, my head still in the streets
My head still in the streets, I'm tryna keep a piece, yeah
We tryna keep the peace, yeah, we can clear the streets, yeah
Pockets on obese, yeah, pockets on obese, yeah
What the fuck they mean? Yeah, grab the chop and creep

[Verse]
I grab that chop and creep, I'm in this shit too deep
I'm in this shit too deep, young n***a pulling out my fit
I'm pulling out my fit, yeah, you know that I come from the mud
You know that I come from the slums, I walk on a n***a, I wash it in blood
You know that I come for the blood, I spin in this shit and I [?]
I fuck on this bitch, that pussy so good, I just want to buy her a boat
I just want to buy her a boat, uh
That regular shit, it ain't nun (Uh, ayy)
Bitch, I wanna have me some fun, she just wanna have her some fun
I get in that autobiography flush, ain't even going to rush
All of my soda be crushed, I like how my ice in my soda been crushed
You n***as ain't talking 'bout nun, we fucking they bitches and ho's by the bunch

[Chorus]
Hey, these n***as ain't really vibin', I don't feel no energy
Why I heard you out here talkin' like the enemy? Yeah, yeah
I don't give a fuck about the industry, yeah, yeah
I don't give a fuck, my head still in the streets
My head still in the streets, I'm tryna keep a piece, yeah
We tryna keep the peace, yeah, we can clear the streets, yeah
Pockets on obese, yeah, pockets on obese, yeah
What the fuck they mean? Yeah, grab the chop and creep
[Refrain]
(Hey, these n***as ain't really vibin', I don't feel no energy)
(Why I heard you out here talkin' like the enemy?)

[Chorus]
Hey, these n***as ain't really vibin', I don't feel no energy
Why I heard you out here talkin' like the enemy? Yeah, yeah
I don't give a fuck, my head still in the streets, yeah
I don't give a fuck about the industry, yeah, yeah