(feat. Dom Kennedy, Royce & RJ)
[Bridge - RJ:]
All my Detroit n***as!
All my L.A. n***as, where ya at? Throw your hood up
All my N.O. n***as!
All my BNo n***as, where ya at? Throw your hood up
All my N.Y. n***as!
All my ChiTown n***as, where ya at? Throw your hood up
All my G.A. n***as! Hol' up
All my Bay n***as, where ya at? Throw your hood up
[Hook - RJ (x2):]
Everybody got problems!
Everybody got shirts cause they n***a got murked
Everybody got issues!
Everybody walk around with a big a** pistol
[Verse 1 - Dom Kennedy:]
I'm relaxing, getting high
n***as ain't sh**, I'm just rapping on the side
Told 'em p**y, paper, pa**ion and some pride
I got everything a n***a ever wanted 'fore I died
Uh, two Rolexes that I don't ever wear
A big gold chain I ain't seen in a year
Leimert Park n***a looking clean in the mirror
Your girl want me, I could see it from here
Yeah, try and make money and friends is mo' plans
You lil n***as is hiding, there's no chance
Two step, my n***as just don't dance
If you ever say my name, n***a, we throw hands
Told him Pushaz Ink the program, we hold bands
On that OpM sh**, you know we in this
With the extra, extra, talk all reckless
b**h in real life, yeah, that's what I expected, n***a
[Bridge + Hook]
[Verse 2 - Royce the Choice:]
Not a rapper, way too street with it
All I did was take my life and put a Mustard beat with it
I'm D with it, believe in it, I speak it if I did that
I "Doo doo!" "Hello?" and have them n***as where you live at
Tuesdays and thursdays, them white people jumping out
Problems on my dick, have your girlfriend s** it out
A born sinner, but live k**ers die winners
I'll cook my momma dope before I cook a b**h dinner
(Ol' p**y a** n***as) I smell placenta
Dressed sharper than the mind of a Seven Percenter
Think about robbin' me, take your brain off
She only wanna cut cause she chain saw
With the bopper as my sword and that Ruger as my shield
b**h, my move around too real, Oxycontin, pop the blue pills
It's a cold life, my favorite numbers is 4-5
Donald Sterling, clip a n***a I don't like
[Bridge + Hook]
[Verse 3 - RJ:]
Uh, it ain't where ya from but it's where ya at
I'm down to load a drum quicker than ya app
Lil n***a tryna ball, set a screen for me
Birds of a feather waiting on a wing for me
And I'll never let a n***a think for me
I just need the suicides with the seats bloody
Look, I'll trade a morc like a logo
For any real n***a ever put up on a Polo
Oh no, now it go, those n***as
Whole shows, both coasts so I throw no feelings
No chillin', got a chopper and a chicken
Where you from? I threw mines to the ceiling
Pull a foreign off the lot, just got deported
And a quarter for the watch, getting extorted
Lil n***as want war but can't afford it
Put ya life on the line, now b**hes snort it, huh
[Bridge + Hook]