I been a gangster since like five since my daddy died Fifty mill´ on my account, had to strategize
And when I got it out the mud, I wasn´t satisfied And Lord knows that I was sinnin´, but I got gratified So that shit got justified, every time we touch them pies War with us, we test them guys Street sweeper gon´ dust them guys Gotta watch ´em close Some niggas snakes, don´t trust them guys My niggas said they cool, I´m like, "No, fuck that side" It´s only the mob, rep that shit like it´s God You sign up for this shit, if you switch, you gon´ die If you switch, you gon´ die ´Cause I remember all them nights in my cell, I had a mill´ to my name Bills a hundred grand a month, you ain´t hear me complain
I´m a G, I take my scars and I wear ´em in pain You a flea, I cut you off if you chase the fame You let this money come between us, I ain´t barely seen ya And when you come around, I spin you like a ballerina Start fallin´ back ´cause it got hot, shit like a jalapeño And I been clutchin´ on my Glock even though that I don´t mean to Niggas fake, I don´t trust ´em, I wan´ dust ´em I peep they been on some shit, I think it´s time to flush ´em Slide back to back G-Wagons, movin´ like the Russians I´m the only thing that´s poppin´, of course they gon´ discuss ´em, woah I never thought it would come down to this
Ridin´ bulletproofs and hundred rounds and shit Millions off of rappin´, I done found some shit Deep off in the water, tryna drown some shit I don´t know where I´m goin´, I just know I´ma win And if I pray on my opps, Lord know I´ma sin Lord know I´ma sin, yeah And if I go to the hood, they gon´ force me to kill And if nobody gon´ slide, I´ma load up and drill, that´s no bap It´s no bap, mmm I know what I gotta do Hov told me ´bout this type of shit on volume two Yeah, it was a hard knock life, but we was mobbin´ through And they could´ve coupled my niggas, but they was dyin´ too
I keep my Glock, one in the head Got me layin´ with this shit with my son in the bed And I won´t go to sleep ´til every one of ´em dead It´s crazy this the type of shit that go to my head I´m hangin´ ´round with billionaires But every time that I pop out, a bunch of killers there Yeah, it´s just money, ain´t no feelings here You wrap the rope and I´m gon´ push the chair, yeah, ooh So many lost lives ´cause niggas couldn´t see the envy comin´ from all sides You let them niggas talk to you ´bout me and you crossed sides And when they swing them choppers, I just hope you ain´t offsides