We got butter, we got butter We got butter, we got butter We got butter, we got butter We got butter, we got butter We got butter, we got butter (The gun'll go) We got butter, we got butter (The gun'll go) The gun'll go Aiyyo, aiyyo one thing for sure, keep you of all Keep a nice crib, fly away, keep to the point Keep niggaz outta your face, who snakes Keep bitches in they place, keep the mac in a special place Keep moving for papes, keep cool, keep doing what you doing Keep it fly, keep me in the crates 'Cuz I will erase shit on the real note you'se a waste It's right here for you, I will lace you Rip you and brace you, put a nice W up on your face Word to mother, you could get chased It's nothing to taste, blood on a thug if he gotta go All I know is we be giving grace This is a place from where we make tapes We make 'em everywhere, still in all we be making base Y'all be making paste, these little niggaz, they be making shapes Our shit is art, yours is traced This is the way that we rolling in the streets You know when we roll we be packing that heat The gun'll go, the gun'll go, gun'll go, gun'll go The gun'll go, the gun'll go, gun'll go The gun'll go, the gun'll go This is Poverty Island man, these animals don't run Slums where the ambulance don't come Who got the best base? Fiends waiting to smoke some Approach some, ask him where he getting that coke from My dudes hug blocks like samurai shogun 'Cuz no V and no ones equaling no fun Who want a treat they know, huh? Body to go numb My woman need funds, plus her hair and her toes done It is what it is though, don't fuck with the kid flow That make it hard to get dough, the harder to get gold Harder the piff blow, harder when it snow The pinky and the wrist glow, this here what we live for Get gwop then get low but first thought We gotta get the work off, the gift and the curse boss Yeah, see I'm the shit yo, the dirt in the fit, no Hustling from the get go, the motto is get more This is the way that werolling in the streets You know when we roll we be packing that heat The gun'll go, the gun'll go, gun'll go, gun'll go The gun'll go, the gun'll go, gun'll go The gun'll go, the gun'll go We was quiet flashy brothers, strapped all along With the dirty .38 long, twelve hour shift gate Took case, state to state, you think he won't hold his weight? Put your money on the plate and watch it get scrapped We get ape up in that club, off that juice and Henn And it's a no win situation fucking with them You mean like Ewing at the front at the rim, finger roll a Dutch Million dollar stages touched, techs, gauges bust Trust no one, the lone shogun, rugged Timb boot stomper Damaging lyrical mass destruction launcher Nothing can calm the quakeage when I break, kid Peace to my brothers up north, doing state bids Whoa, this is the way we be rolling in the streets You know when we roll we be packing that heat The gun'll go, the gun'll go, gun'll go, gun'll go The gun'll go, the gun'll go, gun'll go The gun'll go, the gun'll go, gun'll go The gun'll go, the gun'll go Whoa, this is the way we be rolling in the club You know when we roll we be packing .32 snubs The gun'll go, the gun'll go, gun'll go, gun'll go The gun'll go, the gun'll go, gun'll go The gun'll go, the gun'll go, gun'll go The gun'll go, the gun'll go We got butter, we got butter We got butter, we got butter We got butter, we got butter We got butter, we got butter We got butter, we got butter We got butter, we got butter We got butter, we got butter We got butter, we got butter We got butter, we got butter We got butter, we got butter

(Shit touch souls, AJ, that beat touch a nigga soul) Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and gun, yeah, that's my starter kit Pussy-ass nigga, you a lame, how you ordered ones, you ain't even throw that shit? Shorty so fine how she glidin' on down that pole and how she throw that shit Talkin' 'bout sex on the phone, his shit got swole, he know I be throwin' that shit Got niggas standin' on the block, niggas in apartments sellin' hard Know some hoes that made a few M's late nights at Onyx goin' hard In the streets, can't be too real, they take advantage and break your heart Got a street nigga payin' my bills, so I hold him down and play my part Mulsanne with my mood change, I know two things, they can't fuck with me, can't fuck with you And I know I gotta put you first, you can't be number two Just play your role, get anything you want, bae, if you actin' right Dope was bad, I hit it with that one-two, brought it back to life Always lit, bitch, we in VLive Young nigga poppin' shit, Beamer, Benz, or Bentleys, I can't decide Fuck it, old school Chevrolet In the club doin' your thing, I made it rain like the weatherman Fucked around, got a lil' taste and I been cravin', you Heaven sent Tattoo tears for the pain, make up tattoos on your face And make sure it's plain as day And fuck what these haters say You for the streets, I'll say today I bet I'm gon' make you stay You see the peace, you see the rage Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and gun, yeah, that's my starter kit Pussy-ass nigga, you a lame, how you ordered ones, you ain't even throw that shit? Shorty so fine how she glidin' on down that pole and how she throw that shit Talkin' 'bout sex on the phone, his shit got swole, he know I be throwin' that shit Got niggas standin' on the block, niggas in apartments sellin' hard Know some hoes that made a few M's late nights at Onyx goin' hard In the streets, can't be too real, they take advantage and break your heart Got a street nigga payin' my bills, so I hold him down and play my part Too gangster for this shit, I might not never get no award Nigga fakin' in the club, just ordered ones, ain't even throw it Been in the streets forever and ain't got nothin' to show for it All it did was take my dogs and give me charges and left me scarred The streets don't love nobody, but I still gave the bitch my heart Nigga think this shit a game, don't even know how to play your card In the back of the Maybach Sprinter, bustin' dinner, watchin' TV And I fell in love with a stripper, let me be your nigga, let me be your BB Wake up, grab my pistol, put on my VV's, then I pray Pop 'bout two, three glitches, then I'm ready for the day I told all my bitches, "I got a girl and stay away" Shorty been playin' her part, so I ain't gon' do that to my bae Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and gun, yeah, that's my starter kit Pussy-ass nigga, you a lame, how you ordered ones, you ain't even throw that shit? Shorty so fine how she glidin' on down that pole and how she throw that shit Talkin' 'bout sex on the phone, his shit got swole, he know I be throwin' that shit Got niggas standin' on the block, niggas in apartments sellin' hard Know some hoes that made a few M's late nights at Onyx goin' hard In the streets, can't be too real, they take advantage and break your heart Got a street nigga payin' my bills, so I hold him down and play my part

This is a start That I know I'll believe in So I'm leavin' everything behind Keeping the parts That I know I'll be needing And I breed to be a better kind And I'm leavin' everyone behind This is the age When my past should be gone But it's just stronger than the aims I have Turning the pages I used to hang on to I was young and I have changed my mind And I'm leaving everything behind New beginning again A bit closer New beginning again A little bit closer New beginning again A bit closer to the end This is the time It's a delicate line To the beginning of what's yet to come Lifetimes of changes A strange generation Explanations never come in time So I'm leavin' everything behind