7 46 wake up hand on my dick lakers lost by 30 last night i m talking shit roll up a backwood killer in my spliff reading gq magazine while i take a shit walk back to my room wake up this bitch kickin her out dick in her mouth that compton shit boy i m on that monster shit boy chopper out the trunk on some compton shit boy i remember flipping dimes and shit putting five to them planes that la bamba shit dr dre ain t got time for this he wearing beats i got my ear to the ground lil nigga i m in these streets like streetlights and lead pipes up in the projects we gon make it out but this shit is a slow process lean right keep heat tight don t ever digest hollow tips where your mind rest you forgot they don t make niggas like me nah they don t make niggas like me they don t make niggas like me they don t make niggas like me wassup i m that nigga that sold packs by the bungalows animal out here my niggas in the jungles know i m cold like one below in green bay had the water on the block to the fiends i was a stingray i had a z before i seen jay i had the west i used to sling yay but sometimes when tables turn like a dj had them rocks and them bands like green day i used to listen to project pat tote straps and sell crack used to smoke that bobby brown fuck rats and sit back on my forte was more yay my enemies got gift wrapped the two nicks in two days got new fits and new js thankful for my two ks my vision clear as blu ray kill your ass today knock the glue off your toupe my guns like hi leave that shy shit to lupe then chop the top off the coupe doomsday they don t make niggas like me nah they don t make niggas like me they don t make niggas like me they don t make niggas like me cook crack nigga1