| Fuck it, |
| Ay, |
| Do or Die, new arrival, |
| Holla at my niggas, |
| You survive you’s alive, yo, |
| Now either you follow me and ride, or you’s a rival. |
| The difference between you and I is you a model, you posing. |
| But who am I though? |
| The mulatto out for that lotto, |
| Money coming soon, the newest model, |
| Your crew is hollow, |
| The type of niggas got more dick, chew and swallow. |
| Your girl told me shoot in her face, she suicidal, |
| Oh shucks, you niggas is closed, you fold up. |
| I’m from the Ville, niggas get killed over four bucks, |
| Thank God we made it, my niggas, we grown up, |
| Now we crazy over that bread, call us the «dough-nuts, «uh, |
| More sluts once the money blows up, |
| But them hoes stop if the dough drops, |
| I won’t stop though, a chip off the 'ol block. |
| I’m from a city where niggas hole blocks, |
| Leave you looking like old socks, damn, |
| Cops patrol blocks, spotting on us, |
| The boys is rotten, I know they want us, |
| Probably arrest a nigga, get a bonus, |
| You kill a nigga, get promoted, |
| Shit is crazy, girls getting babies before they get diplomas, |
| So much I just go nuts, |
| Niggas telling me slow up, |
| Remember that, |
| I’m tryna get where that cheddar at, |
| Y’all don’t hear me, |
| Always somebody that don’t want you getting cheese, yo, |
| This whole bullshit is like Tom and Jerry, |
| I’m kinda very raw, niggas can’t deny facts, |
| If you black they sending you to jail or Iraq, |
| Honor is something you can’t sell or buy back, |
| Niggas don’t like bragging, they 9−11 fly cats, |
| Hijack niggas, «Get up out your whip nigga, strip! |
| I want it all- ice on your wrists and the kicks, «This shit happens, I ain’t just rapping, believe it yo, |
| They got streets in the city police won’t even go, |
| Peep it though, uh, |
| It ain’t no secret, niggas beefing cause my ego so big, |
| It got me speaking like I’m diesel, like I’m devil, oh, |
| Niggas know my stylo, I ain’t tweaking, I am lethal though, |
| Have your daddy looking for you, |
| This ain’t Finding Nemo though. |
| Let me slow it down, dumb it down, y’all warned, |
| The son came up out that womb, yo, a star is born. |
| If real recognize real, y’all are foreign, |
| My team run a play on your bitch and we all scoring, yea! |