Lyrics:
Nobody call up my phone
Telling me I ain't in my zone
Tell em go fuck themselves
Did it all on my own
Didn't really need no help
I Did it all on my
'm the man you should run 'em by
In the fire, been tried
Affected the way I been wired inside
You can hide or glide
I could've been deported
That's
You lil boys runnin want to do somethin c'mon
I gotta somethin fo' lil bitch ass your potnas and your grandma
'cause i'm on a killa playa hata type
Dropped a couple snippets
Showing niggas I won't let up
Guess they must-heard
Tell them lil boys ketchup
You a fan nigga fess up
Throwing oops away
Get your
Amsterdam holla at your boy
A.K. Jackie Rob, all my niggas in Harlem
Get your hustle on keep your muzzle strong
I know about the blocks you hustle
on
And I got the fully you pull your ass up we gone aim your head holmes
Bring your b*tch a** to the dead zone
I gotta fire ready to bust
It ain't no soul I
copy 'em
Skeesos in my posse always tell me that I'm rockin' 'em
Old school, new school, make no, never mind
Your foundation's just been undermine
U mad u mad yea yea u mad u mad
How I pull up to this bitch I be doin'em bad
Skirt skirt vroom vroom yeah doing the dash
Ima certified stunna boy I
rise up, tell them to their time up
Them haffi run pon the charge me, I climb up
Climb up, climb up, better have your 9 tucked
Got me 16 shots, every
SLUGZ""
""cND YOU KNOW WHcT I JcCK""
""DONT GOTTc 9 TELL EM GIVE ME THE McC LIKE""
""Ima over react""
""Ima start moving tac like""
""Watch me pop out
woman, tell 'em sure done this
They got me laughin' an' jokin', crystal blastin' an' smokin'
Mashin', askin' for action while they gaggin' an' chokin'
the music, the music
[Common]
Yo check it yo
In this never-ending battle to please
Niggas, magazine writers, MC's
Who request hot shit, I freeze
And tell em
circle, the same homies
My same niggas, no new friends
Since day one, nigga no loose ends
Just a young nigga, outchea erry day
I'mma get it by any
rikkas
Well, stunnin', front with ya, we hunt an' come hit ya
Gizuh, now grab me an' still might out run this
We gonna tell the tow man an' woman, tell 'em
escalate, they'll be back to dump on you
They follow orders, I tell 'em to let off that pump at you
Before you snitch, yeah, see, I know what you chumps'll
bag)
I just wan keep on stackin(i just wan keep on stackin)
I just wanna get mummy a mansion(mama)
I'm never caught slacking(no)
And me and your babe
to visualize under
'Cause I strike, like thunder
Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respitorial
Systems are fractured by
I told niggas I was jumpin' on jets, and post them foreigns by steps, let's get it
I had to earn they respect, they hatin' the more that I flex, they
But the shit don't mean nothing
I got my homie straight
Now they on the Shaw stuntin'
Tell em keep it G with the hoes, no cuffing
Skeme said let's give
Lock me in the cell
Let me strap on my Converses
Before I drop a dime, tell them people a lie
Swear to God, man
I was nineteen I caught my first case
'm a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em
a look
I just want solar panels on a roof
I ain't gone tell you that shit off the hook Cause I don't know your intentions when you pick up the news
I pull
stressin' that I'm livin' wrong
But I got my Smith and Wesson 'cause I'm gettin' grown
And their lookin' at your little boys success
And I been thinkin',
they coming home
Gotta stay strong cause you ain't alone
Remember you always got love from home
They steal this pain and may not know it
I'm a boy
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