I was 17 years old when I dropped out of school Was a demon in these streets Moving like everything was cool out here trying to get it not worry about who ain't with it Everybody not gone feel it But trust me, I'm one of the realists I used to be a whole pimp finessing women out here Being a male jiggle lo dropping dick off Get that money, get that bread I don't care what's being said Haters always gonna hate Never gonna congratulate.

That's just what people do fucc'em That's just how they move fucc'em can't stop talking about you fucc'em these **** ain't true fucc'em

Do what you gotta do live how you gotta live gotta get my paper right Even if it takes all day and night A lot of y'all don't got that fight I sure do with all my mite fuck I work hard, I play harder your bitch want me, but I don't want her.

She not my type pour salt in my eyes ain't shit about her mesmerizing.

Move around, bucko.

You a hater.

Fuck what you talking about?

I'm getting this paper, That's just what people do fucc'em That's just how they move fucc'em can't stop talking about you fucc'em these **** ain't true fucc'em

Mind your fucking business.