This is the hip hop, pure sound, like when you flip-flop Your buddy wants a shooter, but he's still missing I'm thinking of the first bar I bought The first month, same line, and he's still climbing I only have quality I was the smallest, not the youngest, but I always got it I never listen to anyone, that's why they hate me I'm super selfish, but I always make it I always did what I wanted Don't blame me for what you hate yourself I know you don't even love yourself So I wonder how you can love me I don't believe you I was super lacking, because I smoked weed I quit blowing, and it's better that it went like this Every now and then I turn around, but I don't smoke it I rock and I play for my boys Taf wants to spread, that's her boys with toys Grish is in the back, she's set for the noise They want me to rap, so I do this for my boys But if they want blocks, bro, then you know my choice I'm on the outside, not on the inside, I don't have time Only my regular customers are now on time Don't come short, I'm looking for me, you don't support me You call because it's raining, that's without a friend Come on, make room, make way Again, drop that beat, take two This is not luck, I had to work a little harder Now I'm back, those guys are going to notice Hip hop ain't that, bro, it sleeps for a while Sorry that we live deeper in the streets Sitting with one foot in, and immediately out If that girl tells me she's on it, don't do it, immediately out I'm in the streets Here we make pop, I skip beef This is for my boys in the neighborhood Every day, back and forth for that cheese I'm in the streets Here we make pop, I skip beef This is for my boys in the neighborhood Every day, back and forth for that cheese