Yeah
Peon ass niggas, man
Fuck out my way
Yeah
Yeah, lil' homie got his four on him, that's a forewarning
Give him a fifty, he bustin' your shit and he gettin' it done before morning (Brr)
She think I'm spendin' the night, but I fuck on that bitch and I'm dippin' before morning (Haha!)
Lately, it feel like it's been rainin' money on me, but I gotta see more pour in (Ha!)
Yeah, the shooters, they come and kick your door in
Remember them days, we pull up, I'm shootin' AKs out the back of a Ford Taurus (Brr)
Caught a body, fifteen, all that lil' boy shit, I wasn't goin' for it
I ain't goin' for it, I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the motherfuckin' man
If it's some pressure, my lil' brother uppin' the cannon (Uh, uh)
Want smoke, what you sayin'?
We still out here active, them fuck niggas playin' (Boom boom boom!)
My lil' man, he still behind the wall
It's been fifteen years straight, he still stuck in the jam
Soon as they open them gates, I'ma make sure he straight
That's my word, that's my motherfuckin' man
I had to shoot at a nigga for testin' me
Thinkin' shit sweet, he don't know who I am
Can't let you trick me up off of these streets
But I promise on me, you ain't layin' a hand (Hah)
Open the brick, take out three hundred grams
Hit that bitch with the soda, then sell it again
Do that ten times, then I got me two free
Fuck what they doin', I got to do me (Hahaha!)
Don't even gotta give brodie the bag to come smoke you, he comin' to do it for free
He told me: Big bro, don't worry, I got you
I know for a fact you gon' do it for me (I got it)
You gon' hear doot doot from that. 223
We finna slide, put your face on a tee (Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah)
And we was reminiscin' 'bout the old days
When we was was whippin' white up to the O'Jays
If it's smoke, you know we at your-
At your doorway, I don't play
It's okay, they know me
At your doorway, won't go your way
Fuck up your day, 'cause it's on me
At your doorway, I don't play
It's okay, they know me
At your doorway, won't go your way
Fuck up your day, 'cause it's on me (Yeah)
Sick of these fuck niggas always tryna play games
I was burnin' off in the whip, tryna take aim
Tell 'em I was all about the money, I don't play fame
Boss, better know it's private when I take planes
Dread head shooter got me feelin' like a shotta
All black tee, probably overlook the Prada
Love no hoe, nigga, I can do without her
Nigga, you can have her when I'm done, I'm jumpin' out her
I was in the kitchen with the wrist, tryna work it (Yeah)
Hoppin' out the foreign, you can say I'm picture perfect (Yeah)
Every day, I'm on a different wave, tryna surf it
Touch mine, I can guarantee it wasn't worth it (Nope)
Me and Conway on the runway slidin'
Other rap niggas ain't street, they was hidin'
I'm knowin' niggas all cap, they was jivin'
Everything water, yeah, my neck got me divin'
I was thuggin' for a hobby
I'm pressure, don't make me catch another body, I work it
Nobody know it like I'm Tommy
The block, prolly give 'em a tsunami
Play with the drum, I should've been a Barker
Nice with the books, I should've been a author
Nice with the cookies, I should've been a Martha
Fuck out my face, you got nothing to offer
At your doorway, I don't play
It's okay, they know me
At your doorway, won't go your way
Fuck up your day, 'cause it's on me
At your doorway, I don't play
It's okay, they know me
At your doorway, won't go your way
Fuck up your day, 'cause it's on me
I be reminiscin' about back in the days when me and my niggas was out on the corner
Pitchin' it, fresh out the kitchen from whippin', and wearin' a mask like we fightin' Corona
I was a player that you couldn't coach
'Cause I had ambitions on bein' a owner
I was the leader de facto, and just like young Maxo, them hoes gon' respect my persona
Ran with a clique full of fools that I knew from school and they was like fuck them diplomas
Out in them streets, fuck with us, we put you to sleep like poppin' a hand full of Somas
Hard headed, didn't listen to nobody
Fuck that shit, I'ma do what I wanna
Hustlin' for more figures and I wasn't scared of no niggas, fuck with me, you a goner
I'm from the era that if you bought more that a dozen, the plug let you get them for ten a ki
If you wasn't a friend of me, then you was opps, nigga, you was my motherfuckin' enemy
We would pull up, and pull out, and pop it, and I promise my face is the last thing you finna see
You put me in the cross, promise you I ain't takin' a loss even if you some kin to me
See we used to pack up the whip with the work and then drive it from Texas to Tennessee
Feelin' like the Incredible Hulk without even mixing Hpnotiq and Hennessy
Stayin' prayed up so God can replenish me, never let what you hoes say diminish me
And I'm still representin' the land of the trill, that's until the day you niggas finish me
