uh tell me whats going on we cant all have bricks somebody gotta have a stone tell the truth yall fellas just making songs how the fuck you got a trap if you ain t even got a home they claiming they king a ruler they claiming they big meech how the fuck is that when they people be nibbling while they eat we want all that we want all this my nigga we gone get all these name brand everything on my body we ain t fucking with tall tees if im driving we all driving if im fucking we all fucking if im beefing we all beefing so if im dumping then we all dumping this my world and im king homie got a kilo gram in my ring homie im riding dirty but i m clean homie your bitch is stupid if she ain t up on me want war or nothing i dont need a loan the tv screen is what you see me on treble died getting my young geezy on 5 ks one niggas i leave alone homie where that jag at the one that you was rapping bout and where em louie bags at the ones you get them stacks up out i got all original the ones you was asking bout cant see my shit with a pair binoculars a telescope plus your glasses out i ain t trying to hear it if it ain t about no bread matter of fact if it ain t fifty thousand ain t getting out of my bed enough said go to the shooting range for what i dont waste bullets on nothing they just for brains and guts since im pimping homie you can rent an amazing slut do whatever you want to do to that ho long as you pay the slut they say the blacker the berry then the sweeter the juice but im from a street military i chop down trees at the root ain t nothing sweet about this fruit you can take one bite of this and you dead niggas can be kin to me and fuck over me i put a halo over your head right after they give me dap like a motherfucker now they wanna hit me with the strap like a motherfucker murder me for just over a stack like a motherfucker never face to face its from the back like a motherfucker wanna go to heaven but you re scared to die my wings spread eagle fashion im prepared to fly whoever says z ro is not the truth they said a lie they got a lot to shit to say why not just say it right now third ward everyday all in the bottom trying to find ya tough talking turn to plea bargain and when im right behind ya respect me and only got never respect a vagina you smelling like a pussy my nigga you need a douche im riding billy bitch you buy a sip or need a push i got a real trave paw i let you hustle out the bush buying forty dollar wholesales you a motherfucking smoker we laughing at you you just a forty year old joker im screwed up clique south park coalition and the killer clan not glorifyin murder but i really know how it feel to kill a man but i dont wanna kill again but i wont hesitate to leave ya breathless since they say houston what that must make me texas mother fuckers wanna see me die mother fuckers should have known by now i cant be stopped and they just dont know why mother fuckers should have known by now wonder why they cant get a piece of the pie mother fuckers should have known by now to tell the truth im just a hell of a guy mother fuckers should have known by now 