Yeah (Oh my God, is that Avery?)
Out here
Yeah
Yeah

I don´t owe a nigga shit
I´m a grinder, I wasn´t built to ride the bench
Forgot about my problems, I got rich
I got bitches, I got niggas, family members on my dick
Who talk behind your back when you don´t wanna give ´em shit
I don´t owe a nigga shit
Lose the chance if you don´t take the risk
I don´t need no one to tell me what I´m is
I don´t owe a nigga shit
Bitches gettin´ pregnant, keep you from your kids
Then complain ´bout what you haven´t did
I don´t owe you bitches shit

Presidential Day-Date, 18 karat plain jane
Reminiscin´ times that meals was missin´, havin´ hunger pains

Remember when the bitch that you was feelin´ played a bunch of games?
Remember when them niggas lent you somethin´ and tried to stain your name?
Big body Benz say, "Dick, how you holdin´ up?"
Pillow talkin´ with them hoes that I don´t wanna fuck
Street nigga, shout out to my niggas out in Memphis
You sneak dissin´ Brasi, pussy nigga, you got titties
Posted in Atlanta, Fitness Center, in here workin´
Gossipin´ like bitches, you lil´ niggas went and got surgery
Remember that last time that you ain´t wanna see no murder?
Remember MAC-11 Kevin? Dealer, yo, I´m servin´

Real nigga, what up? Know I like to cut up
Non-convicted felon-ass nigga, shut the fuck up
I sent that bitch from jail, paid his bill and got him bossed up
Villa by the water, barber givin´ me a touch-up
With the hand I´ma stand, carbon drum up on a come up
Big bitch´ll your rip stomach, probably make you cough a lung up
Big bitch here hold a hunnid, better pray this bitch get hung up
Bricks from Colombia delivered on a dump truck

I don´t owe a nigga shit
I´m a grinder, I wasn´t built to ride the bench
Forgot about my problems, I got rich
I got bitches, I got niggas, family members on my dick

Who talk behind your back when you don´t wanna give ´em shit
I don´t owe a nigga shit
Lose the chance if you don´t take the risk
I don´t need no one to tell me what I´m is
I don´t owe a nigga shit
Bitches gettin´ pregnant, keep you from your kids
Then complain ´bout what you haven´t did
I don´t owe you bitches shit

Thank God for uniforms, Lord knows I wasn´t fresh
I used to wear my mama Bongo jeans or some dirty sweats
Dreaming ´bout that texture, swear to God, I want big rings
Cars with the big chains, cigars with a sick dame
Load of clothes in the washer, your lil´ drawers still got shit stains

Nigga ´round the corner puttin´ that dick all in your bitch brains
How is she to blame? She just addicted to the lifestyle
Pop out, drop the top, who not gon´ let me lay that pipe down?
Pull her hair and hit her from the back, b-b-b-ba-yow
Gotta catch a play, I cannot stay, okay, goodbye now
Remember when they passed by you and laughed while you was walkin´?
God blessed you with a swag, you got that bag, look who talkin´
Wham, bam, thank you, ma´am, you could scram, you´re a toadie
No one´s got a name for it, don´t know what to call it

Lean by the liter, but you not a alcoholic
Say you wanna grab a dub, why the fuck you stallin´?
Diamonds in my fuckin´ teeth, I´m forever ballin´
Dior slides, Polo tees on an island flossin´
Jim Carrey, you get outta line, I got a choke ya
My name Kevin and I´m home alone like Macaulay Culkin (Kevin)

I don´t owe a nigga shit
I´m a grinder, I wasn´t built to ride the bench
Forgot about my problems, I got rich
I got bitches, I got niggas, family members on my dick
Who talk behind your back when you don´t wanna give ´em shit
I don´t owe a nigga shit
Lose the chance if you don´t take the risk

I don´t need no one to tell me what I´m is
I don´t owe a nigga shit
Bitches gettin´ pregnant, keep you from your kids
Then complain ´bout what you haven´t did
I don´t owe you bitches shit