(Verse 1:)
A 100 miles and running n***as gunning at the enemy
n***as switching sides giving up like its the end of me
n***as hollin' family but I know these n***as envy me
Pound game thugging to the muthafckin sentence me
I'mma trending topic. Top down b**h im riding in the 'rarri
If u don't like me then I'm sorry
Same OG, I'm just being me f** a critic
I rap about this sh** cus I did it
Life don't change, neither do the game
New n***as getting money but the rules stay the same
Who I'm gon' sign with? Who I wanna grind with?
That's my only question n***a CMG I'm dying with
Cocaine Muzik , cars, money, guns
Every n***a I f** wit done went to jail, I made they bond
I never leave the house without my chain or my gun
Got on my dope boy guccis or a fresh pair of One's
(Talking:)
Yeah.. see n***a, see I feel like I'm one of the realest n***as that ever walked the face of earth, you know what I mean?
And that ain't got nothing to do with getting no money or nothing like that n***a. That's just bein 100
That's being 100 with yourself. That's being 100 with the n***as who 100 wit u, you know what I mean?
n***a I got a lot of young n***as around me n***a and it's straight up love like family n***a cuz we'll k** for
Each other and that's on the real
(Verse 2:)
Murder was the case n***a, jump a hurdle win a race n***a
Then I put it in ya face n***a. Took a face on my case n***a
Told my lawyer go to trial, I'm doing it big in the meanwhile
If I lose, raise Mariah for me. If I die bust that fire for me
Pour out some liquor and get higher for me
I'm doing this one for my homeboys, I'm hollin "Oh Lord". Some sh** we can't afford
I just be speaking from the heart but sometimes it rhymes
Am I a real rapper or just a n***a with lines?
I don't know, I'm confused. Do I supposed to be rich?
You know that ho ain't yo ho she just yo supposed to be b**h
Yo supposed to be clique. I don't want no allies
It's CMG homie and we don't franchise
I get green guys, off those white pies
Dope in that pot and it get baptized
Hallelujah! Bless my shooters
Serve my Jay's up, watch him hit that shooter
f** this rap sh**, I dont fit in
All these f** boys, all these fake friends
Streets on fire, plug on go mode
Streets so damn dry, I might get a truck load
f** yo contract, I won't sign that
Labels keep calling me but I won't call back !