I been on the grind for a long time
Before it was some street niggaz online
I been on ten you was on nine
Already in the pen back in 09
They caught me on the road with the wonnerk back when I was rolling off a chinnerp
Now I'm back home and my whole circle full of winners
My whole team eating like it's dinner
I been up baby so I pull up crazy
I'm getting work out these ain't pull ups baby
I'm talking half slabs and whole thangs
With mags to blow brains high class shit but ain't no class
For cocain. If it was I'll be validictorian all the fiends gave my work a ten when they was scoring it
State to state this white girl I was touring with
Now it's just rap on the road it was more intense
I was nervous with sweaty palms
No muscles but i sweat I have heavy arms
Poker face you would swear that I was really calm
Them cherry tops in the mirror pray they don't get involved
Cause I ain't going back to jail I ain't going back to jail
If them bitches pull me over I'll meet you up in hell
I know one thing for sure real niggaz never tell
And at the end of the day real niggaz gonna prevail