[Verse 1]
These n***as just hating they ain't talking bout sh**
I'm a grown a** man
I flip my own brick
I don't need your help I can own my own dick
Ain't no motherf**er help me write my rhymes
Ain't no n***a pay for my studio time
See me at the top and want to claim my fame
n***a took my chain yeah motherf**ing right
You better off saying a n***a took my life
Want to a**a**inate my character but I ain't acting
It ain't adding up so you n***as subtracting
B.I.G. said it first more money more problems
The why I see it more problems more money
[Refrain]
I got the streets on lock
Atlanta on my back
I do it for the hood
You got a problem with that
Real n***a so this rap sh** easy, when I speak
Theses n***as believe me
Cause b**h I'm Jeezy
[Verse 2]
Eyes wide shut, I don't see these n***as
Cause deep in your heart you want to be me n***a
Want to stand in my shoes
Want to f** my hoes
Want to live my life
Want to rock my shows
You young punks with your loose-a** lips
I keep an AR with them loose a** clips
What type of real n***a name himself after a bag
n***a you's a ho, a Louis Vuitton f*g
My name ain't dick so keep it out your mouth
It is what it is look I am the south, that's right
Big Mac you n***as small fries
You just another n***a I'm more like the franchise
[Refrain]
[Verse 3]
I was born in the Field raised in Atlanta
Pop busted a nut here so I was made in Atlanta
Mat Lew died so I stayed in Atlanta
Had a plug on the squares got paid in Atlanta
Twenty-two's on the two-door it sits so right
Ice tray on my wrist yea it shines so bright
Make moves in the day and I ball by night
9/11 Porsche I was on that flight
5'9, 6'1 I call em the twin towers
Had them on the triple stack
Hit em both in the shower
Pedal to the medal bout a buck eighty-five
Mr. 17.5 slow head well I drive, wha**up
[Refrain]