[Phone ringing] [Pastor Troy:] Y'all watch this, watch this [Laughs] [Guy on phone:] No Limit Studios [Pastor Troy:] yea, yea, yea, can I speak to P? [Guy on phone:] P ain'y here [Pastor Troy:] Hey yo, tell him that Pastor Troy and them Down South Georgia Boys said since everybody thank they soldiers then what's up we'll Go to war [Voices in background:] Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha, (Gunfire) Wha, Wha, (Gunfire) Wha Wha, Wha, Wha, (Gunfire) Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha [Chorus: Pastor Troy (voices in background)] My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) [Pastor Troy:] What's up, Big mouth, Big talk, Big game Teacher's pet, takin' aim, pop the Tech, takin' aim Plenty range, plenty shot Plenty change, plenty glock Pack the heat and I'ma keep em' hot And I'ma take my stress right off the top Cuz I'm not, nothing like Anyone, once on the mic Wish you might, show ya right Have ya'll thinking I'm Barry White In the night, pack em' tight, c all a fight, T.K.O. We got mo', you ain't know, numero, uno, Keep a O we burnin slow, we optimo, y'all swisher sweets And don't compete, I'm too unique, sit back be quiet when the Pastor preach I made the beat, you beat your meat, yeah punk you touch yourself It be Pastor Troy, D.S.G.B, represent until my death And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fear You can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, 'til you come down here And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it aint no fear You can talk that in my ear, but it aint shit, 'til you come down here [Chorus: Pastor Troy (voices in background) (2x)] My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) [Pastor Troy:] Fake real, fake soul, sold this, sold that Story grew old, old 'vo's, old lac But I'm back, verse two, and you, know me Ain't no, owe me, you die, slowly Holy, Bible, assault, rifle Thou shalt, not kill, unless they make you feel Like they, superior, naw brah, who you wit' D.S.G.B. my clique, all the money that we can get In the mint, gone and pick, I'm like Vick, Vapor Rub Pinch a nick up out your dubb, who the fuck you think I was Enough of, talkin', talkin', what's up Is we, actin up, you best, be backin up Rember, re-up, red mouth, straighten me All these niggaz be hatin me, because we keep all the D O-P, add a E, O.P.P. we ain't down None of my folks don't fuck around, quick to spit every round Come on clown, you so bad, you so raw, you so mean In the car, looking mean, all you see, is the green I'm the king, of the throne, still shown, every song Punks due to not live too long, Pastor Troy and now it's on [Chorus: Pastor Troy (voices in background) (2x)] My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) What say the fuck what ya say (We Ready!) [Pastor Troy: ("We Ready!" in background for last 8 lines)] I make the ghetto my lobby, make they habit my hobby, Bought a little Arm & Hammer, cook it, then sell the copy, Got me watchin for coppers, all I want is to prosper, Niggaz climbing with me, don't know they claimin they "G" So bump this beat cuz it's real, just change your air change the station Watch the story bout hatin', then another bout bassin' I'm takin' riches to get it, but now I'm sick of this shit So with these last couple of dollars, we gone flip it legit I bought this beat machine, bout big as a calculator Who would have ever dreamed we hit the studio later, Its like I owe them bassers, for making me take this serious Wasn't for the struggle cuz, you would not be hearin' this In the mist I'm frisked bout three times a day, What I'm doing down here, nigga this where I stay I just pray, that I relay, the message to some And let them know, goddamn, ain't no more play where I'm from [Chorus: Pastor Troy (voices in background) 2x] My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Now shit's real

KD had called and gave me the word Said this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the week From the islands, as soon as K told me this shit, I started smiling 'Cause all I could see was money piling, shit, on top of money Now, can't you come up with the money for the week, and Chesapeake The heat made my nigga take a break If I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don't look suspicious I'ma sell the fucking quart for the A.A., ha ha As I told K bye bye, he shot me advice If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twice This is ya nigga for life, go fight 'em fire for fire Hit my hip when you finish said his calling card expired Hung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do it There's Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truitt Now Jessica to stupid and Kia lie to much I guess I'll take Rhonda, 'cause Rhonda don't give a fuck But first I got to pump her up, I'm give her what, 10 g's Tell her if she really love me she would do this for me Eternally we'll be together for better or for worse But first we got to take these niggas to the hearse Burst in they shit, get the bricks come back out I'm be waiting in the Chevy, you know I'm ready to take em' out If they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we rich Come on, shit, Rhonda, my down ass bitch Help me Rhonda, help Help, help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help, help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Well, I'm the realist bitch, I'm mo realer than reality Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty FBI be after me, quareter ki in my womanly Coming back from St. Croix, First lady to Pastor Troy Even I'm a Georgia Boy, 'cause boy I'm ready jack All you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin' at Drop it like a maniac, set it off by myself Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever else Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living single I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocks Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin' Then I'm gone bust in cusin' and leave his punk ass fa' nothing Now what's in store for you is 10 G's That's enough for me, I don't give a fat fuck What's the fucking hold up? About this time I saw a truck, to a familiar K had said them motherfuckers had a truck similiar Passengers are him and her, playing some reggae shit Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one false move we gone spit Guess the driver thank he slick, dred head motherfucker Guess he most be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them motherfuckers That owe 'em money, that what, with K.D. and Chesapeake Heard that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke me If he had the keys all I can do now is wonder But for now me and Rhonda filling 'em up with the thunder Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help

I'm outside 30 minutes, Tryna figure out Which car, Match my outfit CMON! (Chorus)2X The hardest decision i got to make (yeah) Which car i'm gon take when i skate (yeah) I'm ridin' big yo (big yo)... I'm ridin' big yo (big yo)... (Verse 1) Cadillac... Escalade... Candy red... I'm sittin' on blades... and uh. I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) 1979 trans am. All them niggaz can say is "goddamn!" (you saw troy car?) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) Lexus coupe (cmon), Q45 (cmon) Gettin' my dick sucked. While i drive, nigga. I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) 745 on chrome giovanni's, Who in the hell is these niggaz callin' country, baby. I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) (Chorus) (Verse 2) Stop! Hit ya horn! (uh huh) Blink ya lights! (c'mon) Swerve... That thang...(uh huh) To the right,(c'mon) Make... Sure you...(uh huh) Got big rims...(c'mon) The whip up on the clown... time to peel! Gto's... Chevy chevelles... I'm pushin' mine home... To the ATL... yeah I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) 1996 impala... Turbo on that bitch... Straight holla! (haha) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) (Chorus) (Verse 3) (Pt baby!) I envisioned my rims... Since i was 19 (c'mon!) Pukang white, interior dark green.(c'mon!) Know what i mean. Know how it feel.(c'mon!)(c'mon!) To come to the crib... And muthafuckin' chill... Like THAT! In my garage...(c'mon!) I'm kickin' it hard...(c'mon!) A charlestown nigga.(c'mon!) Not charles in charge.yeah To get to where i'm at you got to do what i done did... Thats if you wanna ride big! DSGB we ridin' big (we ridin' big) (well uh huh!) To my nigga DJ clue (we ridin' big)(well uh huh!) All my homies on the southside ridin' big (ridin' big)(well uh huh!) All my homies on the westside ridin' big (ridin' big)(well uh huh!) All my homies on the eastside ridin' big (ridin' big)(well uh huh!) All my homies on the northside ridin' big (ridin' big)(well uh huh!) Miss PT, i'm comin' hard at ya kid (well uh huh!) Cause the only way i ride... Is BIG!

[Pastor Troy] Venom, all I spit is venom, a cobra Flinch my teeth and I'ma ride till its over I'm never sober, I'm fucked up now Say you want pistol play, well then its Blah! Blah! Cause I'm the Pastor leader of a wicked church Get ta busting out in public, gives a fuck who I hurt Them hits was weak for the 2 triple O Bitch ask me if I got your CD, ah naw hoe Cause I am not from the city of bullshitting As soon as we come its time for wig splitting Your debt is bitten, I want undivided attention You say you pimping, I send my niggaz for the lynching Drenching your blood, God forgive 'em but we have sinned Them Georgia boys, when we come we come like men Fresh out of pen, I'm standing dead off in da' blaze With a fifth of remy pulling the pin out my grenade (Get paid!) [Chorus] [2X] I come from tha city that deh' don't play by rules I come from the city tha deh' ride on fucking fools [4X] A this tha city, this tha city, this tha city (Well Uh-huh) [Pastor Troy] Okay I come from the city, if you lame its going to be ugly A bunch of niggaz biting my game but they can't touch me I don't drink bubbly, I'm drinking remy out the bottle Bout 5 Benz follow, my city is off the throttle I heard you hard, heard you the one that crunk the style Don't drop your card, I got the lowest in the pile You cracking smiles, we cracking mugs selling drugs We what hoes love, ATL fucking thugs Its real boy, you know the his-tory Mac 10's popping high ca-pa-city My whole team praying that you make some noise So we can introduce you to them big boys, yeah I got killers doing time as I speak to you Then some mo' in the streets right next to you And fore you can say Troy it wasn't me cuz I'ma hit you wit the whole 63 cuz You see a bitch slap a bitch oh' really See you a fucking joker and I'm not fucking tickled When blood trickle, that's me up out the F-350 Ya feet best of be kicking ya ass a damn skippy In my city ain't no games, we learn your name And where you went to school at, and where you used to hang And when I run across ya is where I'm going to drop ya Breaking your punk ass off something proper [Chorus] [2X] I come from tha city that deh' don't play by rules I come from the city tha deh' ride a fucking fool [13X to fade] Well this tha city, this tha city, this tha city

Ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz (hahaaa) I ride on these niggaz Let's get it! Super charger, the same color as PJ (Yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range Big niggaz offed, I got a night-scope aim (Bah) Audio, video, you caught on tape That's a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyyum) In '9-AY! I took them trips down to Lauderdale Back and forth, like Aliyah Chances of gettin' rich is like one-in-a-million (Hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion Flashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on me But the Minuteman still do tricks on me Swear the feds just starin' at a nigga You know, you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feet Summertime niggaz still ridin' with the heat Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingo And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... Nowadayz the GT's glock black (cheaaa!) The shoes on that muhfucka 3-80 chrome Gotta be careful what you say on the phone I'm 36 souls away From givin' the mic up and goin' back to the streetz (naww) What's the difference, I still eat the same A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same You niggaz rappin' 'bout blow, like it's a fad Nigga this is my life, I ain't tryna set trends 'Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards I stay on the block, and risk my life Day in and day out until a nigga sold out You niggaz playin', I show you what that street shit 'bout Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave Either way it's gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale You rappin'-ass niggaz ain't never sold no yams I'm talkin' sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays You was in the studio, I was on the block In the kitchen at the spot goin' hard with the blocks 25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door-ways

(Yeah, yeah) ay cool, ay cool Ooh, ha Rah Turn me up a little bit (shit) (What I tell you I was gonna do, man?) (I was gonna go diggin' in their chest, right?) (Man, they gon' be in they feelings, nigga) (I swear to God, let 'em know) Wassup? The fuck I look like? (Hah, oh, you niggas think this shit a game, huh?) (Y'all niggas came to play, didn't you?) The fuck I look like? (Oh yeah, goin' back on they ass, check this out) The fuck I look like? (Woo, y'all niggas actin' like y'all don't know) (This 17-five, nigga) The fuck I look like? (Snow, whatever you wanna call me, nigga) (You know who originated this shit, nigga) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga play me? (Fuck 'em) Grown-ass man, but I'm still my mama's baby (yeah) 2020, I'm gettin' money like the 80s (80s) Where the mashed potatoes, nigga? Everything is gravy (ha-haa) The fuck I look like playin' with these rappers? (Rappers) He who wears the crown, nigga, king of these trappers (trappers) Got it off the block, nigga, hid it in my sock, nigga (yeah) Before the sunset (yeah), 'nother half a block, nigga (yeah) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga spray me (spray me) Bulletproof the Maybach, ain't touchin' that Mercedes (yeah) Four-fourin' the babies (babies), nothin' 'bout me lazy (nah) Think you gon' trick me out my square? Yeah, you motherfuckers crazy (yeah) The fuck I look like? (Yeah, woo, shit, been the nigga) (A whole lot of boss shit goin' on here, nigga, sup?) The fuck I look like? (I hear you nigga, but I don't see y'all, though, nigga) (You know what I'm talkin' about? I'm tryna tell y'all, nigga, yeah) The fuck I look like? (Fuck I look like, nigga, one of you niggas or somethin'?) (Huh? You niggas didn't know I was from the block for reals?) The fuck I look like? (I put that work in, nigga, we here now) (Right where we doin' this shit nigga, we go, get into it nigga, let's go) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga trick me (huh) Ten do five, you know the streets gon' miss me (woo) Whole thing in the pan, lookin' like some Rice Krispies (woo) Where that silly rabbit? You know the streets get tricky (ha) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga bait me (bait me) That's the shit I love 'cause I know them niggas hate me (hate me) See, Duncan block raised me (yeah), my partners Crippin' crazy (yeah) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party, that's how I'm feelin' lately (ayy) The fuck I look like (like) gettin' off my drizzick (hah) In and out that bank, bitch, I been gettin' busy (woo) Countin' hundreds, dizzy (dizzy), two-steppin' like Trizzick (ayy) Don't get it fucked up, that clip still hold 50 (blaow) The fuck I look like? (Fuck I look like, nigga, huh?) (Countin' hundreds, dizzy, two-steppin' like Trizzick) The fuck I look like? (Don't get it fucked up, boy) (You know that motherfucker still hold 50, boy) The fuck I look like? (They on speed dial, nigga) (They don't want nothin' but some problems and some bills, nigga) The fuck I look like? (The fuck I look like, nigga?) (One of you rap niggas or somethin'?) Snow

All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers AP, Rolex, he's a professional They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo In a black full length mink, getting this money Try to stop me, lay you down like a perm nigga IPhone on you hoes, taking selfies at the store Strike a pose with them hoes like "look at me!" '04, '05, little nigga, I was getting tight money, don't fold up 2 door, 250 Bitch you better open my door when I roll up Had them coming to Atlanta for the Hawks Had the ticket, was the man in the city Had the city so motherfuckin hot Damn near bought a fan for my city What ya talkin' bout Used to get money with the milli, OG said sell with If he tell you anything Then he'll tell you nigga that I ain't ever tell shit Ain't no need to be excited, I ain't ever been indicted Pussy nigga I ain't told shit The nerve of you niggas, signed with these rappers that never sold shit Had that Rolls gold, Rose Bowl Jacob all Rose gold everything (Trinidad!) Talkin' 'Rarri 430 with the piping on the seat, it was everything Nigga made a quarter mil at the Texaco Took his thing in the club like he's Plaxico Always fresh from head to toe Know his name in the mall nigga? Every Sto' All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers AP, Rolex, he's a professional They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo I ain't talk to be talking I don't to just talk Snow say something y'all better listen up You going in your bag, what you goin' by your jeweler Nigga you icing out your wrist or what? Yeah, I got a few trophies Bitch that Hublot looking like a Heisman I'm so motherfucking high up in this bitch I swear I'm thinking 'bout diving 5 quarters on chill Wrist looking like it's real, nigga Mike Jones (who?) You gone learn 'bout this niggas Loaned sperm out these niggas What they is nigga? my clone Gotta keep the grass cut Keep your eyes on these snake ass niggas cuz they pythons The God of this bitch, the MJ of this shit And you can tell these niggas Mike home

First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquor Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha You know my game tizight you know that's all tizzop Presidential Day-Date, looking like two blocks Chain on 2Pac when he was on Death Row All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it One call that's all, choppers pay him a visit Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough 34 a unit, nine hundred, an O Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a trip First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam? I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic Boss shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin' Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin' First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord Wassup First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie store Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my mothafuckin' pistol First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK

Yeah (yeah), uh (uh) (Hate me nigga) Yeah, hate me nigga Hate me nigga Hate me nigga Hate me nigga I'm from a small hood, them niggas call me the connect Get you 36 for 28, what you expect? Still I hop straight up out that 'Rari with a TEC And you know the shit around my wrist, it cost a check Shit these niggas rappin' 'bout, I done did for real Ask the real ones in ya city, I bet them niggas know the deal Get you 36 for 28, what you expect? If you ain't got no money, suggest you pay me in respect Mr. Thug Motivation, yeah that's right the icon Step up in this muthafucker, they like who cut the lights on I can't pull my card 'cause I'm the muthafuckin' dealer, boy The ice cream man, we simply talkin' that vanilla, boy Dropped that new Madonna, niggas love me like I'm 2Pac Pulled up with that nina, gave it to 'em in a tubesock You kickin' lil shit, I go tsunami on you shrimp niggas Might just show up in some new Armani on you simp niggas I got to get it like, Al Pacino straight up off that boat, boy I ain't talkin' chicken curry, you niggas fuckin' with the goat, boy Glass pot, gas stove, I can show you what it cook like Put a real nigga, beat the odds that's what it look like Let's go I'm from a small hood, them niggas call me the connect Get you 36 for 28, what you expect? Still I hop straight up out that 'Rari with a TEC And you know the shit around my wrist, it cost a check Shit these niggas rappin' 'bout, I done did for real Ask the real ones in ya city, I bet them niggas know the deal Get you 36 for 28, what you expect? If you ain't got no money, suggest you pay me in respect Whole lotta dick ridin', oh I see what's goin' on Yeah these pussy niggas mad, that I won't play along All that boss talk, low-key you's a flunky though Like Rico off of Belly, yeah you niggas lookin' monkey though Grown ass man homie, I ain't wit the clown shit You New Edition niggas, got me on my Bobby Brown shit Grumpy ass niggas, yeah y'all howlin' at the moon, bitch Be on that front line like Charlie Sheen in Platoon, bitch You hear them niggas hissin' in the dark, you know the snake type Type of nigga always preachin' real, you know the fake type King of this shit, damn right I wear that crown, tight Real nigga beat the odds, this exactly what it sound like I'm from a small hood, them niggas call me the connect Get you 36 for 28, what you expect? Still I hop straight up out that 'Rari with a TEC And you know the shit around my wrist, it cost a check Shit these niggas rappin' 'bout, I done did for real Ask the real ones in ya city, I bet them niggas know the deal Get you 36 for 28, what you expect? If you ain't got no money, suggest you pay me in respect

I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga Young 5'8 talk like he 10 feet tall Chopper make a nigga jump a 10 foot wall Avión and gold bottles, this is hood royalty No matter how broke, how rich Nigga, never ever compromise your loyalty Medusa head on my Versace robe Standing on a pile of white bricks Imagine crosses on the units Stamps looking like a crucifix Pure like the blood of Virgin Mary Turn water to some wine, nigga Plug did a touchdown, met him at nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga Young 5'8 tall like he 10 feet tall Chopper make a nigga jump a 10 foot wall God shit, I'm on my Kanye Bad bitch she my Kim K Legend is that he made a million dollars But the nigga really started with a four weight Whom shall I fear, nigga The plug say it's no limits I sent the man right here, nigga Snatch a partner out the state pen Hallejulah, amen Pull a little water from the sink Hope it wash away the sin, nigga The foe did a touchdown Met him at the Chanterelle's in West End, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga Young 5'8 tall like he 10 feet tall Chopper make a nigga jump a 10 foot wall Young 5'8 tall like he 10 foot tall Chopper make a nigga jump a 10 foot wall