On my mama, that's on God, I'm really built for this shit

I put my people on for decades, too real for the strip clubs and dumb shit

Although I used to go when I was young and reckless, looking for thrills in all the wrong places

On my mama, that's on God, I'm really built for this shit

I put my people on for decades, too real for the strip clubs and dumb shit

Although I used to go when I was young and reckless, looking for thrills in all the wrong places

Thank God I turned my life around

I swear to God when I was young I wasn't righteous, child

Boy, I was wild, go ask my loved ones, they might tell you how

I do some fucked up stuff, but we won't rap about it

We been had to rap about it

We been moving past that tragic moment from the past

Reminds me why I go relapsing

Can't stop puffing on the gas, helps me relax

Cause oftentimes I'm stressing from decisions from my past

Sometimes I wanna crash

But fuck it, I'm back

I'm in this stu with the crew tryna spaz

Young blade put these blood suckers on they backs

You wanna talk racks?

That's motivation, but I ain't into that

I wanna bleed truth on these tracks

On my mama, she don't love how I rap, I give it all up

Cause I ain't living the rap, I'm living the stat

Procreate and give back

Never slack, making moves

Steady till I'm lying flat and that's a fucking fact

On my mama, that's on God, I'm really built for this shit

I put my people on for decades, too real for the strip clubs and dumb shit

Although I used to go when I was young and reckless, looking for thrills in all the wrong places

On my mama, that's on God, I'm really built for this shit

I put my people on for decades, too real for the strip clubs and dumb shit

Although I used to go when I was young and reckless, looking for thrills in all the wrong places

Shit, you not wrong!

Had to get my mind out the gutter before I did that shit

Yeah I love to rhyme but these hoes know I'm in it

They be calling me a goat, HAC acting like I been at shit

I know what I wrote

Don't be questioning my script and they should already know

That I'm taking care of business, ****

I'ma need a boat when I'm wavy on this shit

Fuck that, I need a yacht with some ladies on that shit

Plus I just drank a lot, I'm too wavy in this bitch

I'm just here getting faded like I never drank a bottle of that able

And it's late, that's why the bars coming cranky

We out here dipping danger, ducking different strangers

Fucking with the neighbors, what's so funny? It's our music that they cranking

I like it when it's new buzz ringing no Beatles

Sometimes you get more love from strangers than your own peoples

Now everybody say that's real shit that you're speaking

Just like a constipated old **** eating beef, huh

Guess it's back to the rap beef, nah they don't want that with HAC

Fist fly, then it's back to the jack

Beatbox with the bass in the back

N-A-H produced the track

New age with snares and the claps

My gang full of flares, matter of fact

So lit, can't compare us or match

Match this hot shit that I'm about to drop on your noggin

Never lack, lack if you hog it

If HAC on some other hack shit, get your bank account, you can't log it

You know what, nevermind, you ain't even worth robbing

Pull up in a Batmobile, whip the shit like I'm starving

Nah, I ain't done, I'm just starting

What's your price, what you bargain

Please don't say a life, if you do that's retarded

Hope you dum-dums hear me with your do-do bobs like you farted

I draw my plans clearly, even though I'm not the type of artist

Yoink

That's how we gon' creep up and take the fucking game, ****

Heh

HAC squad in this shit, ****

And we taking this game by surprise

You either with us or you not

Heh, and you don't wanna be on the other side