[Intro]
Ay, don’t you get it f**ed up, n***a
This ain’t the first one, n***a
This that “Take Offâ€, part two, motherf**er
A street anthem, n***a
Y’all n***as better see about this young n***a, dog
The streets told me y’all can’t f** with me, dog
I’m not no lyrical n***a, dog
I done tell you what’s going with me, n***a
[Verse]
I’m still here, n***a, seven indictments later
I don’t owe a n***a sh**, n***a ain’t never gave me a favor
Done ran through my share of hoes and see my [?]
My brothers told me from prison it was gonna get [?] later
That 745, n***a, I bought it for you haters
So many dead homies, can’t count them on my fingers
So many of my n***as in Feds, it’ll take too long to name them
If you a f** n***a, you some kids and man, I don’t claim you
f** what it look like, n***a, I’m a real n***a from all angles
You one of these f** n***as who don’t like Plies? Well, I don’t blame you
But if I was broke, p**y n***a, you will love me [?]
I work for a millionaire, managed by a k**er
They say that apple fall too far away from the tree, n***a
I’m a hundred percent real n***a, mean it don’t get no realer
I don’t give a f**, I could care less ’bout being the best rapper
The most respected by the streets, n***a, is what I’m after
Ain’t been to the motherf**ing studio in five months
Last time Slip-n-Slide seen me, I was in my dump
Next time they see me, I park my 745 in the front
I could drop a motherf**ing cla**ic whenever I want, n***a
[Outro]
I don’t really do this sh**, homie
I f**s with this rap sh** every now and then, homie
The streets just told me I was that motherf**ing n***a