Intro

Look

I'm ready to let **** know how the fuck we comin', man

What **** really went through

To get to this point that we at right now, man

Listen

All facts

Let me tell you somethin' about a **** life

Way you lookin' at me, you don't even know

I came a long way from stayin' in a house with no lights

Just me and bro

What was in the kitchen, it don't even matter

You don't got no food, what you know about it?

****'s hatin' 'cause we came up

Now that .45, don't leave the door without it

Fry a **** like a deep dish

Trust me, you don't wanna meet this

This baby Nina and my baby mother

That's the only bitches that I sleep with

I came from nothin', but you had it easy

And I used to think like, why my father leave me?

I was seventeen, then my mother moved

I was sellin' drugs, 'cause ain't nobody feed me

Right, you don't really know my life

Post on the block, pants full of white

Now I'm that ****, they love me on sight

Slide in my DM's, say they my wife

No, I be keeping my distance

Why, 'cause I keep reminiscin'

'Bout times when I ain't get no love from these bitches

I ain't even get a hug from them bitches

Now I know, I'm the shit

A cocky, arrogant little son of a bitch

So keep your bitch away, she bound to get hit

I stay with a pistol, I shoot if you flinch

That's the way that we do it

Told you ****, I'm the one, stupid

Told you we was 'bout that drama, prove it

Towing all the fancy guns, use it

****, shoot it, ****

Hand it to me, I do it, ****

Play with me, then he a stupid ****

Knock out his brains, he clueless, ****

Yeah, we 'bout it, 'bout it

Band hunters, my **** solid

Army guns, we really got it

So we could go to war with anybody

I'ma go to war for my brothers, ****

We ain't even blood but I love that ****

Lil Joe, that's my brother, ****

That's blood, I'd kill your mother, ****

Cut 'em open like a surgery

With a black mask like a burglary

Lyin' **** and their street demons

And they only waitin' on the word from me

Look, I came from nothin', now I got it

Used to be robbin', ain't talking 'bout Batman

These ****, these bitches, I treat 'em like bitches

Fuck it, get hit with a backhand

When I'm raisin' my son, I'm pointin' at you

Tell him, be nothin' like that man

You broke as a bitch, don't forget, you a bitch

Go run up a sack, man