[Intro]
Talk that shit 'cause I live that shit (Stuntman)
Hey, hey, hey
When these n***as look in the mirror, they lookin’ at me, man
Ron-Ron do that shit
Hold on, hold on

[Verse 1]
BG, n***a
Still with the gang, fuck you mean, n***a?
Real street n***a
I done put some real ones on they feet, n***a
They got me
Seen my family sneak diss and talk down on me
They doubted me
These n***as took my style and tried to clown on me, woo
And these weirdos tried to duplicate, I'm watching fiends hallucinate
Watch my hooker bust a date, I just hit eleven states
These n***as just rappin' great
In these streets, they featherweight
I stopped talking the moves I make
These n***as’ll try to take your place
Don't believe the fake stories
These n***as ain't bust a grape
Don't believe them fake gangsters
Who didn't cut they weight
Anti, real moody
Please get out my fucking face
They ask me where I been at
I been out gettin' all the game

[Chorus]
They ask me why I act like that, why I'm actin' moody
And why we keep them straps like that, why so many toolies? Huh
I ain’t finna battle rap, boy, I’m finna shoot it, huh
In the right state of mind, boy, don't make me lose it
That bitch ain’t stayed down and I know she wasn't gon' do it
That bitch ain't stayed down and I know she wasn’t go through it
And the crowd go wild, n***a, when they hear my music, woo
Crowd go wild, n***a, when they hear my music

[Verse 2]
I can feel the jealousy, I can feel the envy
God keep telling me these n***as ain't with me
I been having dreams that the devil tryna get me
I been moving clean 'cause the feds tryna lynch me
Moving with my henchman, we 'bout a hundred hits in
Ain't no fireworks when the yopper get to whistling
And I learned my lesson having bitches in my business
And I learned my lesson tryna move off of feelings
Had to shake that fuck shit, had to shake that punk bitch
Now I get a check just to walk out in public
Now I need a check just to be in your function
Need a check from a bitch, she wanna keep fussing

[Chorus]
They ask me why I act like that, why I'm actin' moody
And why we keep them straps like that, why so many toolies? Huh
I ain't finna battle rap, boy, I'm finna shoot it, huh
In the right state of mind, boy, don't make me lose it
That bitch ain't stayed down and I know she wasn't gon' do it
That bitch ain't stayed down and I know she wasn't go through it
And the crowd go wild, n***a, when they hear my music, woo
Crowd go wild, n***a, when they hear my music
[Outro]
I can feel the jealousy, I can feel the envy
God keep telling me these n***as ain't with me
I been having dreams that the devil tryna get me
I been moving clean 'cause the feds tryna lynch me
BandGang, n***a