Let me tell you a lil' story, how I met my plug
Gave me guns, sold me d**
Young n***a started with an ounce and a half
With a box on my ankle and a half-point slug
Swear my mama can't tell me sh**
Imma keep smoking weed, keep it toting my clip
OG Bob told me that it's all in the wrist
Mother f** a job cause I'm tryna get rich
Got locked for a robbery and I ain't say sh**
Who, what, where, n***a I ain't take sh**
Gucci on my belt I ain't gotta say sh**
Your b**h all on my dick and I ain't even say sh**
n***a you a lame goddamn face it
Catch me in the back n***a probably facin' (good dope)
Work piled up like a brick mason
I ain't runnin after hoes boy i'm money chasing
You stealin' my flow that sh** sad
I think you owe Q Da Fool cash
The Feds they all on my a**
Cause Q Da Fool known to put n***as in bags
I get booted wit my shooter
Ruin the mission, you lose wit your shooter
b**h this real life so I move wit that ruga
I swear moe this street sh** is real
You book then your a** might get k**ed
A hunnid xans, hunnid perks, hunnid grams
A young n***a tryna make a mill
Q La'Flare all bout his money sh**, not that funny sh**
b**h n***a, like a girl you just run your lips
Trap n***a everyday tryna make a flip
I don't think n***as really street n***as
I don't think these n***as street n***as
I don't think these n***as street n***as
Like a book man I swear you gotta read n***as
Tryna get it, gotta wake up off the E n***a
Getcha cash man I swear I can't feed n***as
Straight hustlin', definition of a street n***a
Yeah, real street n***a
Gotta get it, off the E n***a
Getcha money, don't ask