] I made a hunnit thousand dollars this year, yeah That still don't mean shit My cousin Geetchie and his baby motha' got into an accident And lost her baby, yet we talkin' 'bout this nigga Bruce a lady That ain't shit, nigga, huh DC niggas legit now, yeah See Black kids gettin' killed by cops White man wanna shoot us down, niggas started sellin' rock And who the fuck can stop us now? My nigga, we ain't shit, nigga My old bitch lost a baby too Ain't know what the fuck to do Right before the first tape Almost killed a nigga for some Foams And quit this rappin' just to buy her shit Y'all niggas don't know this shit Landover, and smokin' dip Ain't even the half of it Half a father, half a bitch, and half a brick And have a bit of hope can take you far, shit And this just the intro, nigga, I ain't even spazzin' yet We ain't even make it yet Talk to me like I'm that nigga, ask me who I'm fuckin' now Momma can't go to family functions, they ask if I'm around Shout my cousin Tiana and bless her, bless her family too Look at the nigga, look at the boy that I had grew into The pressure of fame is gettin' to me already I can't tell Shakir to stop fuckin' around with Setea I can't tell my mama I ain't go to school for Setea I can't tell Setea I fell in love wit Rahwa first Do you understand how much that shit might fuckin' hurt? That I put her ass third and my city first? I never trust that nigga Que, aye fuck I do to you? And fuck dat nigga Gleesh too, you ain't bulletproof Mo' money, mo' bitches, equal no problems My cardiac be acting funny and my soul follows Went to go-gos, to meet hoes, wit' no fathers Now my path righteous wit' a light and gold bottles I never thought I'd be the nigga reppin' westside The crips love a nigga, say they rep the best side Ill-rock, West Baltimore, you can meet the lord See his physical features, delete you when you meet the God Me and my father, we started speakin' Hate my uncle on my mama side, we started beefin' Kicked me out house, yeah I was homeless, wasn't eatin' Robbin', never gave a fuck about a job and Trappin' wit my nigga Sam and start romancin' Kali, we were gon' get married, move to Cali Porrah, Porrah yeah you drive me crazy Why you leave me, baby? Yeah, why you leave me, baby?

Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Better watch your back, I'm a maniac 'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah) 'Bout to make a million for all my, all my Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Better watch your back, I'm a maniac 'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah) 'Bout to make a million for all my, all my Let a nigga move one time in his prime Creep on the beat, when I ride, we gon' slide Got the whole DMV on my side Treated with bitches who slide on my line The way that the man whole team like a band, OG With a peng tryna smash the band I can escape and break, the glass, the Hen Y'all niggas goin' ghost, the Pac, the Man Shootin' at ya, clickity-clack, the fact is Word around is, it don't matter That your favorite rapper head on a silver platter My goons will catch ya, don't ask no questions When we in the zone, it's pure reaction Shawty hella thick and got an accent Might have to whip, and whip and gas it No time for it, so I lean I get lean (Lean, lean, lean) Triple beam scheme with the blacked-out seats, with a top-top freak I get cheese (Cheese, cheese, cheese) Cheddar, fettuccine, jig is up, you ain't ever seen I get windows tinted, candy painted, engine revvin', gone Lil' Flip, I keep it pimpin' I keep quite a distance from niggas, so stay on the jump Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Better watch your back, I'm a maniac 'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah) 'Bout to make a million for all my, all my Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Better watch your back, I'm a maniac 'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah) 'Bout to make a million for all my, all my Let a nigga move two times in this bitch I don't miss, with the hits, kinda opposite With the shits, my style's so effortless I cream too hard, might just take ya bitch I shine too hard, I even shine in the dark No shots on D, and my god, whole team win it all I don't wanna fuck when I ball I don't even splurge at the mall Sold weed, sold pills, sold D, sold this, sold that Look, I don't wanna talk about it all Seen fiends, seen death, seen shots, seen this, seen that Look, I don't wanna talk about it all I miss Mac, 'cause he a maniac And I'm a maniac, and an insomniac And they shoot the choppa, I just take the choppa now And if I have to, I will take this chopper down Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Better watch your back, I'm a maniac 'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah) 'Bout to make a million for all my, all my I'm finna make a hunnid billion racks For my children, finna max out, yeah And that's facts, yeah I'm finna cop a hunnid million packs Of that water wave, wet and wild All down my back, yeah

Uh, killin' niggas, laying bodies all in the studio Wishin' for the darkest skinndid women be at the shows Purple naked ladies while I watch her dance in the mirror She dirty dancin', I call her Diana, she mike a pole Pop goes weasel, pop goals, pop the goat Pussy pop bottles, pop babies, rock the boat Me and babygirl, she stay quiet but she knows Daddy do his thang while I tell her stay at home and- Ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou Ay-ya-ah Ay-ya-ah Ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou Ay-ya-ah Ay-ya-ah Girl you're a star C'mon and dance baby And dance baby, I know it Girl you're a star C'mon and dance baby And dance baby Uh, yeah Go and tell a nigga' no, wit' a ass like that? Hey why you wanna go and do dat? And all my niggas stay behind me while they holdin' the gat Hit a nigga from the front and make him split in the back Split in his pants Legs do the wobble dee wobble dee, makin' him dance Spin him in a rosie a daze, holdin' his hands I got street cred, feel the heat lead Knife fight, bring the gun, shoot, he dead Love you baby, love you baby I protect ya' Ain't no other bitch wanted me to get ya' Ya' ex man, ex rappers tell em catch up Rock gold and I can't afford to lose that Ay-ya-ah Ay-ya-ah