O.G. I put in work like a G.I. Joe Jesus fed us with a loaf, I feed mine with dope I need dine like Kaepernick When B got smoke, bro say them disciples turn on Jesus, cause he not a folk And Jordan ain't got them six rings, if I don't spit sixteens, sicker than a n***a with throat cancer, chain smoke, and nicotine Spit like I'm Rod Rockin', jaw twisted, knock, slap, maneuver, slangin', movin', can't A-ball in my corner pocket, pool game My block, it got move, swing, get slow and then it do it's thing In the hood, he a king, can go to jail and play them booty games And they repeat just what I say, just like Pootie time, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang She say, hot boy, you a hot boy, plus you a thot boy All them lovers that you pop, boy, you ain't gon' wanna stop, boy All them kids that you got, boy, I bet you hate to pull out, boy All them kids that you got, you gotta make it to the top, boy I heard you got shot, boy, I heard you sell rocks, boy All them courses that you got, you startin' to act like a cop, girl I was really out there servin' rocks, rockin', rockin', well, if you can't go get a dollar now, then you ain't from really out of there Blood on green, tree top, bleed blocks Pump harder than a tongue on a Reebok Whiskey drop, got the streets sittin' on a C-chop Boot smokin' like some C's pop, bleed rock to the mix Got on three-wheel bikes, sellin' freeze pops Crown, raw bag, skinny legs, fake ass, shake bag Trick's greener, but it's fake grass, thank fast I used to have them straight drop rocks when I throw it at break glass If I don't be ***, I just pray that I be a great dad Hard to whip, fork or whisk, my hood, I'm the heart of it You ain't a D, boy, my mixtape ain't a part of your starter kit Never had a bed, I'm a carpet kid Half a quarter licks, dimes and nicks Never had a half a quarter brick Play the block, the bars popped up and popped on some loyal *** Steve and Jack run off text, run up in the audience The same niggas I grew up with, the same niggas I went war against And I can sell these bars on the boulevard, find a boy to fix She say, hot boy, you a hype boy, plus you a thot, boy All them lovers that you pop, boy, you ain't gon' wanna stop, boy All them kids that you got, boy, I bet you hate to put life, boy All them kids that you got, you gotta make it to the top, boy I heard you got shot, boy, I heard you sell rocks, boy All them questions that you got, you startin' to act like a cop, girl I was really out there servin' rocks, rockin' Rockwell If you can't go get a dollar there, then you ain't from really out there