Mm-mm, yeah (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) ayy I woke up, check my bank account I know shit was good I got so much shit I think about, that's why I keep these woods My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood They say, "Boy, you're dancin' with the devil, shit won't end up good" I'm like, "Shit, I'd rather go out here than anywhere in the world" Give my masters and my royalties, to my boys and baby girl They like, "How my daddy spoil me? He ain't even on this Earth" All my kids gon' be rich as fuck before I hit the dirt I woke up, check my bank account I know shit was good I got so much shit I think about, that's why I keep these woods My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood They say, "Boy you're dancin' with the devil, shit won't end up good" I'm like, "Shit, I'd rather go out here than anywhere in the world" Give my masters and my royalties, to my boys and baby girl They like, "How my daddy spoil me? He ain't even on this Earth" All my kids gon' be rich as fuck before I hit the dirt (yeah, ayy, yeah baby) I get money with some real niggas, that's why I keep my word I don't really trust this rap shit, that's why I keep some bird Got some youngins that gon' go for me, so I moved them to the bird Dropped that work off on the 1st, spin back through the 23rd I got so many believin' me, that's why I keep it goin' I'm like, "Money don't just grow on trees", I gotta keep it flowin', bitch I grew up in poverty, I swear won't go back to it I was blessed with a gift to grab a pot and get straight to it This who I am, bitch, I don't try to be, this shit just in my blood If you grew up on the side with me, then you grew up a thug I can't even let you slide with me, if you ain't put in work I'ma go and rep 280, 22nd, 23rd (ayy) I woke up, check my bank account I know shit was good I got so much shit I think about, that's why I keep these woods My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood They say, "Boy you're dancin' with the devil, shit won't end up good" I'm like, "Shit, I'd rather go out here, anywhere in the world" Give my masters and my royalties, to my boys and baby girl They like, "How my daddy spoil me? He ain't even on this Earth" All my kids gon' be rich as fuck before I hit the dirt (ayy, ayy) I woke up, check my bank account I know shit was good I got so much shit I think about, that's why I keep these woods My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood They say, "Boy you're dancin' with the devil, shit won't end up good" I'm like, "Shit, I'd rather go out here than anywhere in the world" Give my masters and my royalties, to my boys and baby girl They like, "How my daddy spoil me? He ain't even on this Earth" All my kids gon' be rich as fuck before I hit the dirt (yeah, baby) Oh-woah, yeah, baby Oo-woah, oo-woah Yeah, yeah, baby Oo-woah-oo-woah, ayy Oo-woah-oo-woah Oo-woah-oo-woah Woah-oo-woah, yeah, baby

Uhh DJ Khaled Yeah Meek Milly Yo, turn the music up a little bit We The Best Yeah Free Boosie, real nigga In the jail standing tall like Shaquille nigga I used to say, "I know how you feel, nigga" It's like a full time job not to kill niggas Had my hood hating, I done came up I don't know if it's the money or the fake stuff Got me walking through the jungle with my flame tucked Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up Friends turn to foes when you're in a Rolls Model bitches turn to hoes 'cause a nigga froze Got them people taking pictures, let a nigga pose 'Cause I get paid for reading scripts, been getting shows Poppin' bottles it sound like a MAC-10 Phantom be so big, beep when I back in I dropped a quarter milli on an Aston And I ain't got an album, but I got these niggas balling out I'm gone Shout out to the real niggas (salute) And shout out to the real bitches (say what?) I'm popping bottles with my real niggas It's like a full time job not to kill niggas Shout out to the real niggas (salute) And shout out to the real bitches (say what?) I'm popping bottles with my real niggas It's like a full time job- Ace Hood Yeah, bought a chopper for my problems, that banana type Seen a millie, now it's hard for me to sleep at night I'm the type to flood the Rollie like it's New Orleans (woo) Bet that all my niggas ball like I'm Mr. Clean From the bottom to the top, I made it out the gutter I'm 17 on every scene, I need my bread and butter (butter) Used to run the streets, but now I'm running every summer (summer) Right back on my bullshit like a Chicago lover Feel like I'm jumping up out that phantom on my cocky ass Know they hating, I just tell 'em, "Kiss the paper tags" Still be with them pretty bitches, save for Stacy Dash Plus my Rollie cost me 80, that's gon' make 'em mad Free my niggas locked, free my nigga caged Fuck the system, yeah, you know we on the same page Niggas love it when you're drowning in that water, dawg Hate to see a nigga shining like some Armor All Loyalty over royalty, that's my common law We The Best, the logo, and I'm with my fucking boss (Khaled) He just tell me murder niggas, would think of Holocaust Kill the hottest young'n in and what you niggas thought Shout out to the real niggas (salute) And shout out to the real bitches (say what?) I'm popping bottles with my real niggas It's like a full time job not to kill niggas Shout out to the real niggas (salute) (Ace, what up?) And shout out to the real bitches (say what) I'm popping bottles with my real niggas It's like a full time job not to- Plies They took a half a M nigga, out the bank nigga If you want to whip 'em pussy nigga, blank nigga And I put that red dot right where you think nigga Hood nigga still wearing cuban linx nigga I'm on the Ave., nigga riding in a cutlass You that talking nigga, you know you a pussy A real nigga, real life, no rap shit And I can promise you this ain't what you want, bitch 30 mill' and I still ain't been to LIV nigga 'Cause I was to busy to gutter with the real niggas When you see me in the field, tell me how you feel nigga And we some kids to each other if you real nigga And they ain't telling none of my young nigga to chill, nigga We all shooters, nigga, and all us on the pills nigga Ain't got a yacht, but nigga the size of Shaquille, nigga And before you try me nigga, you better write your will, nigga Shout out to the real niggas (salute) And shout out to the real bitches (say what?) I'm popping bottles with my real niggas It's like a full time job not to kill niggas Shout out to the real niggas (salute) And shout out to the real bitches (say what?) I'm popping bottles with my real niggas It's like a full time job not to kill niggas

Chowmein on the boards I feel like it makes you smile when I say that It's a war between black and blue The hood beat us black and blue I'm just doing what I have to do Running from the black and blue Tell me you hate niggas I rather hear the truth Don't leave a nigga hangin' I'd rather see the noose Coming from a place where they rather see you lose You couldn't two step in my shoes They never leave clues Got a nigga scared to see the news Won't tell you how they poison our food You don't know it feel I'm paranoid cause I know you would kill A black nigga like me then get to appeal I don't get you for real I'm trynna learn yo ways Ya'll be putting on a show Until we burn yo stage Kill a nigga just to earn yo wage I been shook These niggas don't even perform and been booked Look I'm tryna bring the peace back Even if a nigga gotta bring the piece back 5 racks for the addy where you sleep at I'm tryna turn a fuckin' pig to a meat pack 5 shots like pussy nigga eat that Give it to em he can keep that Bitch I pay my tax North side nigga straight like that I wasn't gone but you can say I'm back It's a war between black and blue The hood beat us black and blue I'm just doing what I have to do Running from the black and blue

It all began without warning, on a strange winter's morning. The sky turned red, the vibrations went dead. With these terrible songs on a rainy day, the pressure just started to fall. Your scene doesnt do anything for me, it doesnt do anything at all. Is the music gone? is it gone for good? Its only six metal strings, on a piece of wood. And all these things goin on in my head, make it kinda hard to deal. Like seaweed swingin in the ocean blue, for me, its gotta be real. (Chorus) I dont care anymore, people tell me i should They're all lookin for hits, id rather lay on the hood... Of an old car, with my girlfriend And my real friends, until the end I'll take you on a trip, inside my soul. There you'll see, the part that somebody stole. Now can you see this picture that im painting for you? its of you that your not used to. But u refuse to? dont you? you're thinking too hard. You cant, think too hard. (Chorus) It all began without warning, on a strange winter's morning. The sky turned red, the vibrations went dead. With these terrible songs on a rainy day, the pressure just started to fall. Your scene doesnt do anything for me, it doesnt do anything at all. (Chorus) With these terrible songs on a rainy day, (with my girlfriend) The pressure just started to fall. (and my real friends) Your scene doesnt do anything for me, (until the end) It doesnt do anything at all. (with my girlfriend) Can you see this picture that im paintin for you? (and my real friends) Its of you that your not used to. (until the end) But you refuse to? dont you? you're thinking too hard. (with my girlfriend) You can't, think too hard. (and my real friends) And all these things goin on in my head, (until the end) Make it kinda hard to deal. (until the end) (Fades out)