[Verse]
Used to jump out of the Regal
Lay 'em down with the street sweeper
But now I run my own label, and puttin' on for the gangsters
The place, the town I was raised in, the dividing line to LA
Since it's a drought on real n***as, how the fuck could you hate
'Cause these n***as be snitchin'
Walkin' round wired, tryna ask you questions
These punk ass bitches be hidin' your kids
Tryna steal your blessings
It ain't my fault if I don't know nothin' but to be a
Raw ass n***a
It ain't my fault you so fake you don't know how to
Deal with it
It ain't my fault if your motherfuckin' name is bad
But it's my fault if I ever get caught hangin' with your ass
I wake up, get money, stay away from all you suckas
Me and my n***as is on, that's why the hoes wanna fuck us
We jump in Benzes and Jags and head out deep to my shows
And seeing blue and red rags, the Damus fuck with the loc
I'm a young OG n***a, my hood know me n***a
Jumpin' out of brand new shit, drinkin' on OE n***a
I had thirty thousand dollars cash in a bag in all fives
Since they sent my n***as to the feds
Wash my hands with that powder
I'm a mogul game changer, ex-con, gangbanger
Gettin' drunk as fuck and be a dope dick slanger
It's G
[Outro]
You can't stop us
They can't stop us
We won't stop
So bitch don't try
We true soldiers
So Way Out don't die
We true locs
So Way Out don't die, bitch
You can't stop me, bitch
You can't stop me, bitch
You can't stop me, bitch
So bitch don't try
We true soldiers, we don't die
We true soldiers, So Way Out don't die
You can't stop me, bitch
You can't stop me, bitch
You can't stop me, bitch
Yeah, bitch you can't stop this shit
So Way Out, ho