[Verse 1]
I grew up wishing my life would be like the Cosbys
I go that extra mile to escape this ghetto monotony
See how this vicious cycle could f** wit you psychologically
You best cooperate with the state or become they property
b**h my name be ringing bells from the street to the jailhouse
And it ain't no transaction unless I came wit my scale out
Roll in yo college, I just might f** up and fail out
f**ing b**h after b**h, stacking my chips, all I care bout
f** a GPA, b**h I need a CPA, come and count it up
Thousand thugs be always tryna catch him in a crowd around the bus
Guess it's bout to go down, if you down to f**, then you down wit us
I know hoes that won't smoke, but stay sloppy drunk and get powdered up
This Corporate Thug World, they like you but they love the realest
Straight Gary gangsta sh**, didn't come up off no f**ing gimmicks, b**h
2Pac ain't back cuz he got set up and shot in the chest
Biggie ain't either, so won't y'all gon let them n***as rest?
[Hook]
I'm 187 proof, streets or the f**ing booth
I'm hard to k** like Steven Seagal wit yo f**ing troops
Yo choppas ain't chopping sh** if yo n***as ain't down to shoot
And I'm ready to R.I.P. any n***a that y'all recruit
Cuz I'm 187 proof, streets or the f**ing booth
I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth
It's Gibbs, b**h
[Verse 2]
A walking 187, 187 crazy
Sick like Moammar Gadhafi, straight 187 babies
I reach for that reefer stench and my sh** knocking Brotha Lynch
So lock me in correctional, but you can't fix me or f**ing see me
You know who you f**ing with? A n***a who got sh** to lose
I got n***as that rob you and rape yo b**h if they in the mood
Check my record, I been a fool, semi autos all in my locker
Flow stupid like I rode the bus to school with Waka Flocka
187 ways to die, b**h, this the end
6 n***as put 600 holes in yo 600 Benz
b**h, I'm murder proof, I'mma live forever
Duncan block, Virginia street, b**h, we the clique together
Ask Pill who the real, bet he mention (Gibbs)
k**ers in that 4th Ward, shout out to my n***a Slick
Shout out to my n***a Hit, West side murder cat
Some of my n***as flow, but most of them beat that murder rep
[Hook]
Cuz I'm 187 proof, streets or the f**ing booth
I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth
Cuz I'm 187 proof, streets or the f**ing booth
I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth
It's Gibbs, b**h