[Verse 1]
Yeah, hey!
Hey, I'm just a Carolina n***a goin' hard for the 'Ville
I ain't seen six figures but I feel like a mill'
Cause I'm fresh up off the deal, will I chill? Never that!
I'm the hottest n***a out and you could tell the devil that
Got that crack! Went from pebble to that Roc, pedal that
So much bass, I mean n***as can't tell where the treble at
On the track, n***as can't keep up, they look, they trailin' back
Now these bustas couldn't catch up even if Id pedal back
Won't lose, bet on that! or be in debt forever
Plus whatever Jigga say, I'm hot
That's like the pot called kettle black
Now these industry n***as like damn, "Jay said all that? "
Same n***as could've signed me, now they gon regret all that
Bet on that! Bitch, this my beat, look how I get on that shit
I'm on it like I own it cus I sewn it
Needle and thread, hip-hop heads know them drums express youself
Aye look, I tried to school these n***as, they need extra help
I mean they just don't get the message dawg, no text could help
And now I'm on some 'fuck you n***as', go molest yourself
I'm tryna ball til I fall, catch myself, then ball again
Fall to the floor, dust myself, do it all again
Pardon him, sick n***a, never been a bitch n***a
Spit it for them ones like me who never been a rich n***a
Had the dream to make a team and get up off the bench n***a
You fuckin' with me, ya odds is slimma then a stick figure
Get bigga n***a
[Hook]
Hey, blood, sweat and tears, I paid my price
Hey, so come and get this good game
Aye you should come and get this good game
Hey, hey
I pray for days and nights I gave my life
Hey, so you can come and get this good game
Think you should come and get this good game
Hey heeyy

[Verse 2]
Yeah
I'm just a down south n***a, lil' east coast flow
From the concrete jungle where the trees don't grow
From the 'Ville, where the motherfuckin' streets so cold
N***a I could show you streets where police won't go
We just tryna get a piece, my n***a we so po'
Why you lookin' at him, wonderin' why he sold dope
Or why she smoke crack? Or why he tote gats?
Gotta stay up on your toes cus if your feet both flat
A n***a heat gon' clap, your heartbeat go flat
The Lord giveth and he taketh, well he repo'ed that
They don't quiver, they don't shake, man they just reload gats
So much beef for a n***a to have a feast on that
Now a n***a like myself ain't had to keep no gat
But nowadays mo'fuckers is weak, won't scrap
So them OG's tell a n***a, "Please, roll strapped"
It's fucked up a n***a man it be's like that
It be's like that (Hey) and it be's like that (Hey)
Them boys from the 'Ville and yeah it be's like that
[Hook]