(Prod. by Stan The Man)
The fans who support me, y'all give me motivation
The n***a who be hatin', y'all give me inspiration
I was meant to blow
History in the making
Started from the bottom,
I came up from nothing
The hood taught me wrong
But it put it in me
If you cops are working
You better grind every penny
If you're getting beef
You better bust your blinky
and if you go to jail,
You better get busy
They said they're spinning blocks
Man, you must be kiddin' me
We used to spin the blocks so many times it got us busy
Guns in the air like French roll sticky
Them boys in the hood screamed your name like, Ricky
Bullets pass my head, but they didn't hit me
I could've died young
Thank God they missed me
When I got my deal
I know that wasn't friendly
Everywhere I went, I had the whole Brooklyn with me
When we went to the door
Promoters look silly, they say
Pap, how many did you got with you?
I said fifty, when they let us in
We was moving shifty
Tore down the club, perp down the city
When you move smart, you n***s comment what this is
Can't see how you be moving
So they be tryina get a glimpse
Tryina get your swag when you've been shinning in your drip
Tryina get your place when you'd be riddin' in your whip
[?] he gotta get us stent
You say I shouldn't be whiling,
I gotta get convinced
I ain't feeling nobody
Ain't [?] with these whimps
N***s can't see me cuz I'd be ridding with sense
Saying over and over, cops are on the strip
Tryian tell you that you shouldn't be ridding with your crib
They be the ones who provided the hospitals for tips
Don't listen to the n***s, homie, they tryina get you hit
You see their true identity when the drama really lit
N***s play the middle, and they be riddin' on the fence
If you was paying attention then ride it with your [?]
You would've been notice that you were riddin' with a snitch
When a n***a keep complaining, be whinning like a b**ch
He tryina tell you something, but you just gotta the hint
You was blind, so, he must've got it when you slip
Ain't come out on the wall, but [?]
A shot from this pistol, I had you hoping with a limp
But a shot from this chopper, will lead you right in the ditch
Uh, Papoose [?] but now I'm [?] with the hits
Ain't hard to tie you up, I got the socket and the wrench
When they see you shinning, they wanna comment on your flex
Hating on you, hoping they gonna stop you ever since
Talk behind your back, yeah, they pop a lot of sh*t when they see, they wanna hug
Like a boxer and the clinch.