Baby

Throw some T-Pain on my shit right there

Yeah

Soulbeats and Backwoods

I say sometimes I break down, I be buggin if my cake down

But I don't play round, last week I moved eight pounds

Tre'Pound on me, I'm the wrong one to tussle with

Hustle it, they be like Duffle spittin that struggle shit

Off a couple kicks I hit the booth, that's another hit

I know my brother sick, he in the county but I love you bitch

They see me getting bread, try to feed me to the feds

Yo believe in what I said, they gon meet me when I'm dead

Yeah your baby mama crazy, tried to tease me with the head

So I pulled out, skeeted, left semen on her head

You know the ladies love Fresh, they run their fingers through my dreads

I be leanin' off the meds, with the divas in my bed

I can't say if luck is to blame but I'm stuck in the game

But I still wonder why, the fuck I complain

You know the industry is nothing but lames, and bitches fuckin for fame, and fake gangsters that be tuckin their chains

I been fresh, how you think I got the thuggiest name

Fly baby like my parents made love on a plane

And yeah I'm still in the streets, with the thugs and the bloodsuckers

Got it out the mud, blood and with my blood brothers

Call me Chef Curry, handle beef like Fuddruckers

Silly mothafucka, I'm a California bud-puffer

If you had a dollar, for everytime you see me hating, then you would still be broke, show some appreciation

And yeah I never asked for shit, that I didn't deserve

But this shit absurd, when **** dissin then you get the word

Everybody wanna be the shit, I'm the biggest turd

Fuck what **** heard, I was trappin you was with the nerds

Fiends needed a fix, I needed some kicks

I told my bro that broke shit, finna cease and desist

The shit that happen in my city you wouldn't believe it exists

The same reason that you start could be the reason you quit

I make the type of music, that the hustlers vibe to

When you ride through, keep a **** beside you

The short knows 40, but the clip is like 5-2

I seen 25 and plus my **** alive too

Try to live by the words, keep it proud and be humble

It ain't hard, I was built to survive in this jungle

And I say the way I feel, I won't hide it or mumble

Keep your foundations straight, because divided they crumble

I ain't tryna kick knowledge, I'm just giving advice

But it's your life and who's to say, that you ain't living it right

And yo that's part of the struggle I seen, but it's a hustler's dream, it's like I'm blind to every color but green

I feel a certain type of joy, when a customer leave

Fuck do you mean, I used to show up to the fiends

Ayo I got it out the mud, all I had was some dirt and water

Built the fuckin machine, now everything in workin order

Ay, and I just had the perfect daughter, and I love her because your loyalty ain't worth a quarter

Only thing I ever wanted was to help others

But at first you gotta worry bout yourself, brother

And I don't put myself beyond my peers, I just think that I'm wise way beyond my years ...

Yeah

Soulbeats and Backwoods