(IMixNation for real)
(Denny, what you cookin´? Yeah)

They gotta understand I don´t like games, I don´t do too much playin´ (Too much playin´)

Three little boys, three little girls, nigga, I´m a grown-ass man (Boom)
Menace to society, I run the streets, that´s where I stand (Where I stand)
Chest poked out, standin´ on ten toes, bitch, what you sayin´?
I raised a lot of shooters, they beside me, they not under me
Cross tracks legend, throwin´ fours what they gonna be
So run, yeah (Boom)
Got some hitters rough that ´cross the creek and they gon´ gun, yeah (Gang, gang)
Before I bought the Js up on my feet, we bought some guns, yeah (Trap)
Rappin´ just for fun, yeah, a certified member
Plus my heart cold like December and I´m runnin´ with some killers (Boom)

If I slide, I know they with me, traumatized from all this killin´ (This killin´)
People still call us the hitters, couple snakes and they got venom (Boom)
Streets cold, for real
I´m in the hood, I know the fiends, they gon´ tell where you live (Where you live)
Heard them L.A. boys come around the corner, all they know is drill
Niggas killin´ who you love (Who you love)
Paranoid from homicides, you faded out, you full of drugs (Gang) Put you in a gang, big homie changed, he ain´t tell you what it was (What it was)
Bodies drop, they full of slugs, hollow tips for runner-up

Bitch, I´m ´bout mine (Boom)

Thuggin´ on the North, these niggas act like I ain´t outside (Gang)
And I serve for real, my phone be jumpin´ like a hotline (Trap)
And I´m totin´ 45s, my brother aim legit and he won´t miss, he carry both 9s (Trap Dickey)
Bitch, I´m ´bout mine
Thuggin´ on the North, these niggas act like I ain´t outside (Boom)
And I serve for real, my phone be jumpin´ like a hotline
And I´m totin´ 45s, my brother aim legit and he won´t miss, he carry both 9s (Gang, gang, Trap)

Bitch, I´m ´bout mine
Ain´t gotta talk mine, it´s up in black and white, I sling iron

Really don´t mind, I´ll shoot you black and white, that Southside Streets I was raised, I bled ´em every night, stop signs
Runnin´ right through ´em, they tryna take our life, we baptized
But we ain´t said prayers in ´bout a thousand nights
Duckin´ mama ´cause mama know we ain´t livin´ right
I put that purple in my Sprite, it turned to murder overnight
The money got to comin´ in, I had a purpose overnight
Me and my uncle whippin´ soft up in the loft (Yeah)
Its 40K made off cocaine ´fore "Set It Off"
Yeah, bitch, I´m outside, courtside, iced up, two 9s

I´m a million dollar nigga, still in the club throwin´ gang signs

Bitch, I´m ´bout mine (Denny, what you cookin´? Yeah)
Thuggin´ on the North, these niggas act like I ain´t outside (Gang)
And I serve for real, my phone be jumpin´ like a hotline (Trap)
And I´m totin´ 45s, my brother aim legit and he won´t miss, he carry both 9s (Trap Dickey)
Bitch, I´m ´bout mine