Can´t give a fuck about no bitch Wantin´ this money that I´m gettin´ (Aha) The streets gon´ vouch when it come to me (Uh)
´Cause I´m the one that know that ledge (Streets gon´ vouch) I build line up in the team, no, I ain´t talking hustle, baby (Yeah, I built that) This shit all came off of the ground and never cut no Alpo check Half brick in a box of Lucky Charms, in the window with that Malcolm X (Let´s get it) Staring out the burglar bars, just tryna duck the alphabets (Blocks) For good, better best, I´ma do you one even better Better yet, yet and still (Aha) How a nigga gon´ hate on you? you never met (Tell me) Like, call me blindside, got me winded, so I cherish every breath (Run it up) Know I´m too afraid to die, but I never been scared (Never scared of death)
They tried to give me nine lives, right back like I never left Look at that shit in hindsight, put it all in retrospect (Aha) Pops was an alcoholic, granny used to bang E (Yeah) Gotta keep your frenemies close, ´cause families spew the same evil (That´s real) More money, more static when this shit get problematic (Mo´ money, mo´ problems) Hard to break like old habits, tell ´em, "Catch me out in traffic" Let´s get it
It´s Concreatures written in blood, permanent ink (Aha) As far back as I can remember, I been in the streets (One of the ones)
Movin´ murderers and killers extended my reach (Gang) Bouncing out with bro, slamming doors on that tinted Capri (Doot, doot) They say they gon´ rob who? Is you kidding with me? (What?) I bet he play with Blocks, he gon´ get dropped by the end of the week (Grrt) Piece came from Johnny Dang, yeah, I spin with the cheet (Bling) Tennis chains, bust Cubanos, and infinity links (What else?)
We got munyun in abundance, on the hun tun, tryna run me a hundred up Give a fuck about the hook, long as that money coming Blow strong as a quarter stick, donuts got us up and running
Turn that PowerPoker up to a quarter brick of Wonder Woman Fresh out the county with a thousand tabs Two-point-two pounds of glass Mommy, you wonder why your child so bad Die for my chain and my pendant, it´s self-explanatory I got no gave-me-this, some bitches understand my story A couple niggas probably feel like they can tell it better Gargoyle Pelle with the Dezzy, I´m a ghetto legend With perfect aim, .30 changing niggas skin complexion What you don´t see is what you get, that´s a hidden blessing Any nigga know what´s up with Jack, they know I been finessing
Cool as fuck but quick to shoot some shit up if I get aggressive Plug text my phone, "Send a addy," sent him six addresses Make sure it´s all white meat turkey and don´t forget the dressing
It´s Concreatures written in blood, permanent ink (Aha) As far back as I can remember, I been in the streets (One of the ones) Movin´ with murderers and killers extended my reach (Gang) Bouncing out with bro, slamming doors on that tinted Capri (Doot, doot) They say they gon´ rob who? Is you kidding with me? (What?) I bet he play with Blocks, he gon´ get dropped by the end of the week (Grrt)
Piece came from Johnny Dang, yeah, I spin with the cheet (Bling) Tennis chains, bust Cubanos, and infinity links