I swear to God if this music stop working I probably go hit the block again
No surprise to the streets, WWE, hard *, they go sellin' rock again
When it come to the hustle, keep gloves on the duffel
You know that real niggas is clockin' in
Stay away from the fake, a lot of niggas in sellouts
But I heard they got bullshit in stock again
And why I'm here, no, it's plug talk
Like niggas really movin', truck talk
Meanwhile, it's a fly on the wall
Feds love to hit the buck talk
Me, I done sweat so much dirt
Since you know I'm in trouble if ever the world talk
But if I ain't got the vibe, then I'm gon' walk
You gon' feel how I bite, I ain't gon' bark
All this * that we know is a graveyard
Movin' right out the field, that's a slave yard
Talkin' dudes for respect, gotta pay it off
It's my time, no one comin' to save y'all
Lil' nigga from the slums, had to stay hard
Eat the shooter, stay on point like you play guard
He gettin' six figures now, yeah, it paid off
About to let him see the beast with the cage off
It like, hold up, wait
Nigga, I don't need no hook
Nigga, I don't need no hook
Still got these bitches on hook
Still got these niggas on shook
And I could flip it any type of flow
And I could flip it any type of dough
Put that together, watch a nigga go
Put that together, watch a nigga blow
Put that together, watch a nigga blow