I heard they lookin' for me, know I got that shit, it's on the way

Humble beast but Aaron turn me up, I got some shit to say

Don't regret my past because it made me who I am today

Gotta keep that hunger, it ain't never too much on my

What they doin'? Talkin' shit

They still mad I'm poppin' shit

Kick the door down on them people

I got tired of knockin' bitch

What-what-what they doin'? Talkin' shit

Th-th-they still mad I'm poppin' shit

I heard they lookin' for me, know I got that shit, it's on the way

Humble beast but Aaron turn me up, I got some shit to say

Don't regret my past because it made me who I am today

Gotta keep that hunger, it ain't never too much on my plate

Li-livin' in the suburbs but you know I'm good in any hood

I was taught to stand on business so everythin' be overstood

Countin' all these papers, smokin' papers, you can keep yo 'Woods

They talkin' 'bout what I'm not doin', but what I'm doin' they wish they could

In school they gave me 180, now it's 180 on the dash

Traffic in that C8, police get behind me, do 'em bad

Somehow I be at my best when them bitches make me mad

Feelin' like prune juice, I got that shit for a **** ass

Lookin' back on all I been through, shit gon' damn near make me cry

If I was to crash out right now, would you be my ride or die?

You told me keep it real, I think you'll like it better when I lie

They say I smoke too much, I think they'll like me better when I'm high

They say what you do in the dark gon' always come back to the light

They caught that boy in broad day, he didn't get to see that night

You ain't even spend no money, how you tryna spend the night?

You see how this man do his hoes, why you tryna be his wife?

What they doin'? Talkin' shit

They still mad I'm poppin' shit

Kick the door down on them people

I got tired of knockin', bitch

What-what-what they doin'? Talkin' shit

They still mad I'm poppin' shit

T-Up even harder for the times they had me fucked up

I got plays for days like Tyler Perry, bitch, I'm up-up

Money talk, so all of y'all should really shut the fuck up

And, bitch, I'm from the trenches, I don't hang with hoes that's stuck up

If it wasn't for them thirsty ****, you hoes wouldn't be nobody

That lovin' **** shit so dead, them **** be out they body

Do shit at my own pace and every time them bitches copy

I gotta turn it up a notch, I just got off the phone with Gotti

What they doin'? Talkin' shit

They still mad I'm poppin' shit

Kick the door down on them people

I got tired of knockin', bitch

Ain't no monkey in the middle

Go with who you rockin' with

Don't even stop at red lights

What make you think you stoppin' this?