[Intro:]
What you looking at n***a? Got it on my mind [2]
What you looking at n***a? This ain't the time
What you looking at n***a? What's up rollie?
[Verse 1:]
Boy I see you with your fake rollie
But you trying to get your face fold in, I stay hold in
You deep, I don't need a clique surrounding me
Out of bounds, I let the haters spit, believe me...sh**
Am digging into the graveyard, you love me
You love me now, my f**ing haters
Oh praise God he made me with a big heart and big nuts
n***a what? See I don't give a f**
Give it up, for what? I'm the dope man c**aine, and the safe under the floor man
Nobody know man, I'm tired of these whack gigs
We jack fools, criticize how I will smack you
They mobilize, I never die, you never whack trooper
My tattoos for the bullets spitting at you
And am mad, hold up boys
See you ain't ready for me
See I am demon, screaming, ain't no heaven for me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I hear the whispers of p**y n***as and silly b**hes
Their conversation don't hold weight
Promise me partners these n***as they speak my name in pain
We ain't things forever may they remain in pain
To live in silence is asking much, from the street talk
You drop a mile like roller coasters and see-saws
Rolling dices like, but I ain't one to gamble
Until it's time for retaliation and lighting candles
I just started in these streets trying to buy me weed
Please believe me that there's a (Unable to transcribe the line; words are not clear)
n***a trap you, what's up right beside you
Keep it quiet and n***as end up sleep in silence
Can't nothing stop the black boys,we go hard
Hey, your people kissing pictures saying oh lord
Lakewood n***a (Unable to transcribe the line; words are not clear)
When we beat this sh** out if n***as we'll drop this on you
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I don't want to you looking at me keep your eyes closed
Big pistol whipping in the temple, leave it mind whole
Looking at me wrong, get you in a six
A hundred n***a real quick ain't no fake sh**
Mind flow, creep up in your condo
Tie your baby mamma up, put her in a blindfold
Don't want her looking at me, what you looking at?
Got her looking at me looking at me
Got everybody looking at you
Plus I'm trigger happy, especially when a p**y n***a looking at me wrong
b**h, cut four seven more sh**, seven more b**h
b**h f** around we could spoil you
f** them other n***as crooked hard b**h
We are you from front to back n***a, they know that not to f** with that n***a
I came up in the trap n***a with a lot of trap n***as
That's why my money long and I got a gat n***a
[Chorus]
[Verse 4:]
Ahhh what's happenin n***a, I'm from 37 that's why I have a new n***a
You better hope and pray that I don't get mad at you n***a
Because my gages, they got bullets, they go blast on you n***a
Act fast C-Murder, we ain't never heard of you
I be with robbers and them k**ers that's for certain
You can't hang with the boss and ain't working
Trying to b**h with us, it's all murder
Big Glock 40 and getting naughty
Rap n***as p**y it's a lingerie party
I'm going to hit you in the damn you're so horny
I make the rollie hug my wrist, not too many young n***as thug like this
Streets say they love this sh**, ain't no n***a come up through the hood like this
[Chorus]
[Verse 5:]
Whatever happened to how we played it back in the game
When it was hood, the streets ain't clacking the same
This f**ed up, my so-called Gees back in the lane
I remember right, 4D jack in the lane
The hustle was tight, the snitching took slack in the game
Fears a few pictures put a crack in the frame
sh** went f**, get whopped, back in the flame
Just hustle a equation for a sack in the day
n***a forget about your homie when you cup that hack in your hand
Everything was everything before we tracking the fame
Soon as we start tracking the fame go to homie
Blind by then hating fake villains
The case solve, spilling his waste on
To n***as we both f**, which is crazy how once gangster get on some thug sh** am, stuck with
The same old uptown mind-set, came off the poof now that it's uptown grindage
[Chorus]