Man them young killing bout nothing Show up at the spot the choppers like nothin' Full fifty shots, the block like nothin' If you it from the bottom to the top like nothing You don't owe a nothing Nothing, nothing, nothing, Nothing, nothing, nothing, You owe a nigga nothing Nothing, nothing, Nothing, nothing, nothing, You don't owe a
Put your cups in the air, I'd like to make a In case it goes down, yeah you I got my toast And when you really from the streets that's when they you most And when you really got it then that's when they hate you him back in the day when we was gettin money Now every I see the nigga he be actin funny Don't you niggas see it? I'm a little for time Wanna talk about the past, told 'em press And I feelin what you sayin ho, you out of place I have you feeling I'm sprayin' yeah it's on my waist I'm trying to chill, smoke a couple with my friend So they can meet me at the telly in the latest
Nigga you see me getting mine, you get yours Are you the one doing the or you gettin served? Or you the one doing the jackin, or you jacked Or you the one goin hard or you fallin' back And I don't in falling back, bitch I'm goin hard They wanna see me fucked up, man I to God They praying that I fail, I'm that I rise I guess the hating didn't work so now they lies Oh he did this, and he ain't did that Boy keep it real wit ya self, you he lived that You ain't real, you don't give em what they for Such a nigga, what the fuck you askin' fo'
And you don't even know a nigga, what you for? And I ain't going nowhere so you waiting for? the street, this rap shit cake and ice cream Fuck the selling words, bitch I sold ice From the bottom to the top, that's a dream How you make it out I had a nice scheme And I don't owe a shit, better get it right Just know a stayed down each and every night Hands on, yeah I broke my own things Hands on, I counted up my own chains over here, twenties over there You know the rest, nigga, fives and everywhere