[Intro]
(Seph got the waves)
(SickDrumz)
[Chorus]
I really had to struggle, I had to come up out the gutter
I had to play the hand I'm dealt, I ain't get another shuffle
Not the type to tussle, I'll shoot my own mans
If it get to that point then he wasn't a real friend
I'ma let it blam, I ain't never been a b*tch
I ain't give a damn ever since I was a jit
I didn't care then and I don't care now
I don't fear no man, b*tch, I'm ten toes down
[Verse 1]
I don't fear nobody, that's on my soul
I smoke exotic, yeah, the opps get rolled
Got a dirty pole, postеd up on his block
Soon as he come out, that boy get shot
I donе came up out of jail and went straight to the top
I ain't do no playing, I got straight to the guap
su*k this dick, my favorite words to a thot
You ain't getting my love, you left when I was in the box
You ain't getting my trust, I barely trust myself
I can't say what I will and I will not do
I can't promise you that I will not shoot
I'm well known around the way for letting this b*tch loose
I'm well known around the way for letting this b*tch go
I'ma keep me a gun, I don't care about parole
b*tch, I'm really gon' shoot, I'm not toting it for show
Thinking that it's sweet, he ended up on the floor
[Chorus]
I really had to struggle, I had to come up out the gutter
I had to play the hand I'm dealt, I ain't get another shuffle
Not the type to tussle, I'll shoot my own mans
If it get to that point then he wasn't a real friend
I'ma let it blam, I ain't never been a b*tch
I ain't give a damn ever since I was a jit
I didn't care then and I don't care now
I don't fear no man, b*tch, I'm ten toes down
[Verse 2]
I don't fear no man, b*tch, I got a big gun
Came up out the gutter, I get love from the slums
I got ni**as getting mad 'cause I get love from they hoes
I ain't doing too much, she still gon' come up out here clothes
I ain't doing too much, ni**a gotta stay focused
I ain't chasing no b*tch 'cause these hoes be bogus
Gotta look out for my ni**as 'cause they got real love
I ain't worried about y'all ni**as, I be with the real thugs
ni**a get a play he come fu*king with me
I'ma pop him like a pill, put his ass right to sleep
I just took a trip, she wanna fly with a Z
I just took a trip and made her fly back with Peezy
Hustle all I know, I ain't tryna go back broke
Only blue hundreds, b*tches thinking that I'm Loc
All these blue hundreds, she thinking I'm a Crip
All of this sauce, got her eating up the drip
[Chorus]
I really had to struggle, I had to come up out the gutter
I had to play the hand I'm dealt, I ain't get another shuffle
Not the type to tussle, I'll shoot my own mans
If it get to that point then he wasn't a real friend
I'ma let it blam, I ain't never been a b*tch
I ain't give a damn ever since I was a jit
I didn't care then and I don't care now
I don't fear no man, b*tch, I'm ten toes down