Please believe me, me, me
Please believe me when I say
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
The streets got a nigga scarred
A lil' nine got us niggas hard
Three kids, three baby mamas, now I want a wife
My mama told me: Stop the killing, baby, now it's more life
Pops would kill the woman to leave the hood and get my mind right
Like, he don't know my niggas still kill 'em when I'm out of sight
In a 'Vert full of perps, I'm just passin' through life
She wanna know this shit looks so I had to do it twice
Came through at the day party, Chrome on the Chevrolet
Now everything I do, I'm doin' for my shawty
Puttin' it up, a bitch say she want some money, I ain't got it
And with me, you either ride or you die
I ain't lyin', I am 'bout this right now
Real demon, you could see it in my eye
Since a youngin', had to prod' his own fye
Know they stabbed me in my back
Went straight through my heart
Took the knife out my back and I, uh
Took the knife out my heart and I chopped they head with it
Turned a betrayal to art and I made some bread with it
I kept the Z from the start and I brought jets with me
Huh, guess I'ma be the once since ain't nobody else did it
Took a shroom in the bathroom
I dreamed of this on my desk in the classroom
I suited up like I'm Grammy-ready
Told my nigga: Free the commas necessary
Said I was comin' home neveruary
Sharpen up your knife 'cause that pen, like, very scary
Police fights, I got nothin' comin'
Hit the club, let my bitch throw my money for me
Twenty-three with a. 45
Overnight success, but it still took a long time
I got Mustard on the beat like a sandwich
It's holiday season, if you see me, don't pander
My son want a PlayStation, lil' cousin want a bitch
I'ma do what I know how, I'ma try and get him one of these mansions
They see the flexin', but what you know 'bout goin' missing?
Scopin' and pokin', I got a show out on Christmas
All my decisions from everything, I had a witness
'Cause all my big cousins was always in and out of prison
Gang life, I learned how to make knives in penitentiary
Say and write everything I did for you, you still ain't hear me
The streets got a nigga scarred
A lil' nine got us niggas hard
Three kids, three baby mamas, now I want a wife
My mama told me, "Stop the killing, baby, now it's more life"
Pops would kill the woman to leave the hood and get my mind right
Like, he don't know my niggas still kill 'em when I'm out of sight
In a 'Vert full of perps, I'm just passin' through life
She wanna know this shit looks so I had to do it twice
CDs, movies, DVDs, two for five, five for ten, ten for twenty
Excuse me, can I get some spare change?
Does your auntie still sell food stamps?
We must wake up, brothers and sisters
We just realize real eyes see these real lies
Nigga, fuck all that, blood, I just want a blood, come on, blood
Ayy, cuh, let's go get a bottle, I'm tryna get active
Oh, she thick as fuck, ayy, ayy, hey, ayy, check it out
Oh, uh-uh, boy, ain't nobody finna talk to your broke ass
Whatever, you rude-ass bitch though
Cuh, this ain't even got a marathon tag, gimme these T-shirts, nigga
We caught an enemy, blood
Ain't nothin' like the smell of the ghetto
