If yu grew up on the eastside
Den yu might kno me
Iaint server nun nigha
If its Under a qp
I kno the feds watchin
So i gotta keep it lowkey
I might b a lil nigha
But ima big homie
Plus ima traper
Drop top coop Tropicana
Make a movie pose for the camar
4s on da phatom
Cocky nigha only f*ck dancer
The dope clean iaint got to Tamper
Free smoke come wit cancer
Shitin on nigha no pamper
I can put u on no quion
I can put yu on wats da answer
All hear is skrrt skrrt
Wen i swearve off the lott
If yu hear it in yo hood
Den a nigha got got
Leave a nigha drippin
Like a nose wit snot
How da hell yu a shooter
Wen im still not shot
Me n lil mama 2ps in ah pot
B roll full of 20s
If im walkin wit a knot
I dun raned up a check
I got a bag n took a squat
I was mj
While yu was da maskot
Stayin down
Is the god dam key homie
If yu really wanna god dam eat Homie
He broke i could never ever be Gomie
Im in a rari ill muthaf*ckin leave Homie
Dem Facts
Hit bad bitch from da back
But her ass got to b fat
I can show yu how to get a bag
How to make dem bitch nighas Mad
Yu got to Stack pray stay out the way
Got to Live jus to see another Day
Its safe to say i paid my way
Why worried bout tomorrow
Wen yu livin for today
Never service where yo head got To lay
Feed yo hood r yo ass become a Plate
Always separated da real from da Fake
Plates get ate on exit 68