[Intro]
Look, yeah, uh, look
[Verse 1]
You can tell a ni**a like me ain't never had sh*t
R.I.P., I miss my dawgs like Mike Vic
Zombies in that midnight fog them bars sic 'em
Gon' fall victim to a gun brawl started over some b*tches, huh
ni**as trippin', they takin' whatever's given
The irony when a ni**a's starvin', gotta grip the biscuit
Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out ya kitchen
If you witness it, then click, click, click, and they spill the grits
Feel the kick, fu*k a fair catch killer, who tryna take the hit?
First take go to first base, Stephen A. Smith Wess'
On the hill, talkin' sh*t like Skip
Or Shannon, sharp-shootin' off the—
And if I gotta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick
Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still ticks
Zone 6, five fingers with the "su*k my dick"
Me and Izzy was slap-boxin', ni**a bust my lip
Start fightin', lil' brother on some tough guy sh*t
But if you ever did me wrong, he on some "What's right?" sh*t
Bust a left, feel the pressure like the bus pipe drip
Blood red rum sippin', they ain't cut like this
Mama said, "When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage"
"I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich"
"Why you bein' bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped"
Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan, yeah
[Interlude]
Somebody involved in stealin', it's on, it wasn't
It's gon' be so bad, yeah
When the girl went off on Precious
The girl went off on Precious
The girl went off on Precious and Rosen went in
No, Rosen said, "Oh, for real, I'll see you when you get outside
Exactly, exactly
That's okay, my fault, my fault, my fault
For real? No, no, no, no, stop, stop, stop, stop—
Look, check, look
[Verse 2]
You can tell a ni**a like me ain't met a ni**a like me
Metaphysical things seen in dreams, what you believe?
You bleed and I bleed and draw blood
I'm a fu*kin' artiste, Artest with the gun
I can give my world peace, give your world ether
Big dick or grief, I can give your girl either
She could be the, could be the collapse of a kingdom
But king's gotta peep the seat, word to Caesar
Remind me to keep receipts, y'all sh*t weak
And I'm sorry that that bullsh*t leaked
See the volumes, it speaks to your broke speakers
ni**as breakin' they back tryna promote some sh*t that ain't even dope
They ask for my coat when I walk in the door
God flow, I don't walk on the floor
God knows y'all hoes, y'all shows ain't pack in the door
Crack in the floor, I don't even know if ni**as rappin' no more, come on
[Bridge]
'Round in my city (Okay), I am my shooter
Mindin' my business, I am not you
'Round in my city, I am my shooter
Mindin' my business, I am not you
'Round in my city, I am my shooter
Mindin' my business, I am not you
'Round in my city (Uh), I am my shooter (Look)
Mindin' my business (Uh, look), how about you?
I do it for...