Oowee, oowee (Codeine cowboys, man)
This shit real, nigga
I don´t know about if it is for you, but I know about me

It´s rainin´, he lookin´ at the ghetto from out the window pane
His brother died, and this young nigga can´t even feel no pain
Is he gon´ ride, or is he gon´ live in the hood with all the shame?
Is he gon´ slide, strap his cleats on when he ain´t even in the game?
But that´s what it is when you born up in the field
Ain´t no flowers or daffodils, just some animals strapped to kill
All the youngsters slappin´ youngins at school, they strapped for meals
Niggas thinkin´ he bullyin´ on him for size, but he starved for real

Ain´t no dinner after eighth period
See, in my ghetto, that hot plate after school is really serious
I knew a nigga went All-American, he was really near
He got shot in a drive-by, now his whole family fears
No Hall of Fame, just hall of tears in a hospital
This where the clips be really big, but all the Glocks little
They loadin´ bullets in their vans, callin´ them cop killers
It´s Armageddon on my block, nigga

All this chasin´ shmoney, it done turned me to a hot nigga
Crib look like a school, my neighbor´s white, it got a fox in it

I´ma keep it trill and spill the real, you know I´m authentic
Exotic sodas, feelin´ so scented
Ay, keep your head up when it´s low because the table´s turned
Wait your turn, I was fucked up, now that money burned
I seen the closest turn they back about the shit I earned
I´m standin´ firm, ten toes, say one word, your bitch gone
Money long, my clips long
If I put my hoes together, I might need a limo
Smallest town, sellin´ girl
Mama think I pimp hoes, know I keep that shit on
Woke up late, sippin´ syrup, put my kit on
Ridin´ foreign, came a long way from the rental
Cartier vision, I see it clear, ain´t no trickin´ me

Galleria, I fuck off a bag, that ain´t shit to me
I done made my dreams real life, they keep pinchin´ me
Nah, for real, this my real life, speak it vividly

I done made a million out of pimpin´, ain´t no simp in me
I done snapped my fingers and turned the nigga into history
Martin Luther King had a whole dream for this white bitch with me
Malcom X choppa at the window, let these niggas see
Designer tings, I jump out and drip and I´m a kitchen sink
Designer jeans, these Evisus, my legs is Japanese

Rapper, please, I´ve been countin´ up bitch money since I was seventeen
When Jordan was still winnin´ rings, I was a kid at the park pimpin´ swings

We Black Kings (Yeah, no cap)
We Black Kings, yeah, fuck you mean, still sippin´ lean