Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, bitch Man, this life *** gettin' crazy, crazy I didn't make it, I didn't make it, make it, yeah Sick and tired of these hatin' ass niggas, though Let my dick breathe for a couple seconds, yeah ***, ***, nigga, uh, yeah I'm a little perky, but yeah, I just had to relax Even in my words, I'm feelin' like I am the best I didn't make the world piss on myself like I'm Ron Artist I never been a referee, but I still got the tag, Q-Tag *** between your stomach make this *** hard to digest Rockstar, listen, Jimmy Hendrix in the projects, yeah I'ma turn a nigga block to a art project Picasso, I paint that, where the *** is the bank at? Army Sergeant, no rank yet, okay If you ain't payin' a hundred thousand, get them features out my face Fifty K to install a cone, even found it in my newest state I got that pump, it's ironic how that pump made them pumpers break I ain't lil' punk, but I got double Glocks on me like Gucci Gang Big ball like Will Chamberlain, like the name of them old Gucci tapes Yeah, I'm talkin' bout Gucci, man And a lil' bitch like, brr, why she so insecure? Who got the pills in here? How do you live in here? I got my crib here, havin' some kids here I do it big, yeah, big, big, yeah I do it big, yeah, big, big, yeah She saw me in the club, how did you get in here? *** is you doin' here? Why you shootin' here? Doin' it big, yeah, big, big, yeah Doin' it big, yeah, big, big, yeah Yeah, away, away, away, away, away You want bull***, they'll hit you with that O'Leary On my shoulder, I gotta prove myself no lame Even when I stand up, they hit it from the back, I can still get lame Every time she draggin', she run up on me, she get slamed I took a piss in your den, homie, grape on Chicago ***, Chicago niggas *** up in Philadelphia, bitch Yeah, I'm super rich, I can pay your rent Only dozen sick, choppa with the tents Pull up with the tents, took bitches to the never-gave-a-*** Never gave a ***, only gettin' rich Live how I live, forgive and forget, man, I don't forget *** You don't know where to step You got handgun hair I'm back, yeah No, I don't forget ***, uh, uh, yeah I'm one of the ***ers that EIJ had to relapse Even at my worst, I'm feelin' like I am the best I didn't make a world piece of myself like I'm Ron Artes I never been a referee, but I still got a tag, Q-Tag Sweet drink in your stomach, make this *** hard to digest Rockstar, listen, Jimmy Hendrix in the projects I'ma turn a nigga block to a art project Picasso, I paint that Where the *** is the bank at? Army Sergeant, no rank, yeah Thanks for watching!