[Verse 1: Game]
n***a pull up, hop out the Cutla**, tell a n***a f** this
I ain't toleratin' no f** sh**
Wifey at the halfway house, with a b**h with her a** hanging halfway out
I ain't bout no games n***a, that's my name
Gold grill with a blunt hanging halfway out
n***a can't tell me sh**
Unless he got hits and then he can tell me how them hash weigh out
Crib laid out like a pimp here, your b**h there on a bed laid out
n***a talkin that f** sh**, we just spray out
Boy get yo whole motherf**ing hood K'd out
I was born in the C.P. Tommy on my lap
If it's cheese in that ho you can find me in the trap
But when it's snap, give a f** about a rap
Yup, Me and Buck back, 7-eleven on the crack
See a car I like, Get the f** up outta there
Grand Theft Auto on a b**h a** n***a
[?], pull a truck up outta there
Then pop bottles, let me hit that n***a, roll blunts the size of this Mac
I'm in love with the kush, I ain't givin' that back, trill n***a
Smoke till my lungs collapse, pa** out with a fifth of that cognac
Real n***as gone recognize this G sh**
Don't come at me with no peace sh**
That peace sh**, that was ‘89, I get yo a** hit with 89's
Motherf**er 'fore the cops get down, n***a J's coming off
Drive off with the K's running off
Fly home, tuck my sons into bed, kiss my daughter on the head
And leave a note by her motherf**ing bed
[Hook]
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone, my son
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Ain't sh** changed with me n***a
Been around the world with the same AK
Same clip with more bodies on it
Then hook yo hood with this beef sh**
Looking around but nobody want it
n***as know what's up with Buck
Get a couple murder cases coming up, shoot first
Molly popping; that's young n***as
All they really wanna do now is do dirt
Moving on and I'm gone, papa got a brand new home
And I'm not looking back, I'm just cooking crack
Until I get back where I belong
My b**h leave brains all on my seat
But these n***as blood all on my hands
Been riding up and down these streets
f**ing as many n***as I can, shotgun shell still in my leg
Got a few racks still on my head
Gotta stay strapped now, they handicapped now
f** n***as who's stealing my bread
Had to buy a graveyard for just trappers
Ain't got a funeral home for you rappers
Know I can play the role with you actors
When we gone get enough to come after
Now send it n***a, I'm going Kendrick n***a
You can start the sh** but Imma end it n***a
If you getting money better spend it n***a
This real life, no pretending n***a
Back at it again, fresh out the pen
Remember back then? They had to let me in
And ya'll n***as talking bout cashing out
I need a trash bag to put the cash in
[Verse 3: Papoose]