[Verse 1:]
I grew up wishing my life would be like the Cosby's
I go that extra mile to escape this ghetto monotony
See how this vicious cycle could f** with you psychologically
You better cooperate with the state or become they property
b**h my name be breaking bail from the street to the jailhouse
And it ain't no transaction unless I came with 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** with GBA, b**h I need a CPA, come and count it up
Thousand thugs tryna catch him crowded around the bus
We start to throw down, if you down to f**, then you down with us
I know hoes that'll smoke a stick, 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 cause 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 with 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
Cause 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'm a live forever
Duncan block, Virginia street, b**h, we the clique together
Ask Pill who the real, bet he mention (Gibbs)
k**ing n***as in the 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:]
Cause I'm 187 proof, streets or the f**ing booth
I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth
Cause 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