[Produced by A-Trak and Party Supplies]
[Intro]
Always tryna doubt a n***a 'round here
I ain't ever really lost nothin'
HARLEM!
[Verse 1]
Dame said I'm buggin' cause I wanna fight B-Hop
I said I'll f** him up after two months of detox
True, besides that, 8 mill from Reebok
I take him to the bar, Pa, that's 33 shots, he tellin' me I need not
You must not remember young k**a that hustled in his weed spot
When he had the black Lex and I boost tree tops
Somebody talk about him then they woulda got a speed knot
This is when me and Hud sorta ran the G spot
Older n***as left and we came in with green tops
Listen here, so you got my vision clear
Never for pro but I made n***as disappear, poof
n***as know not to f** with me
And my record is s**a free
This money, I've been makin' it work
So A-Trak, let's take 'em to church
They don't hear me though!
[Interlude]
Na'm sayin'?
I ain't fight my way to the top of the food chain to be a vegetarian
I'll get my own
Bank is a place still lend you money if you prove you gon' need it, nahmean?
[Verse 2]
My parents got high, no lie, it's no shame
A product of dust, lust, and c**aine
Still cool with some n***as, though, that sniff 'caine
That grow weed to grow hair like Rogaine
Heartless to the core, feel no pain
That's models, hood rats, old flames
b**h n***as, haters, famous, no names
Street fighter, I throw flames
On the strip, no strippers
But she s**in' the tip, I might tip her
Understood in my hood, that's the way we go
You can't comprehend or understand the ratios
From a baby, yo, pop got no money for milk
The 380 blow, up-up-away we go
No cash to help out your lady, yo
And look out for baby bro
Should I rob a bank? Tell me somethin', yes, go, maybe, no
What I do next? Get crackhead fel**tio
They thought I was slow like Radio
Couple years later, though, they heard me on the radio
[Outro: A-Trak scratches]
k**a Cam in the buildin'
Dipset!
What the game been missin'
Somethin' incredible that's about to take place
Cam got the sh** to pop