Call me the plus the oneRunning with guns from youngUp in the slums with momHittin' the block for funLet it off, yeah, I did it, he doneGettin' bread, I was stockin' a crumbTake him down like he doin' a lunchTake him out like he goin' to lunchHit him for free, he know I'm the oneThey call police, these niggas, they dumbStep in the beat, I eat for lunchAnnoyin' between the head of the bunchAnnoyin' between the head of the bunchI came out the streets, I ran to the slumBoy, your boss okayHit him from blocks awayI shoulda got accoladesDon't get me mad todayDo it rightGirl, ain't a sign of faithThe burner kickin' like it's animeMake weekends on a SaturdayOn a Saturday, yeah, yeahCall me the plus the oneRunning with guns from youngUp in the slums with momHittin' the block for funLet it off, yeah, I did it, he doneGettin' bread, I was stockin' a crumbTake him down like he doin' a lunchTake him out like he goin' to lunchKeep a stick like I'm playin' a drum50 count, it's a hell of a gunBullet hit him like a pump of the bloodMake him feel like he coughin' a lung28 was a hell of a jump56 when I doubled it up22's but ain't 100No bullet, but it's fillin' him upMoney matters, that's a lot of thatBro, really get you gone for lessHe want it peace like Martin LI want it smoke like Malcolm XHe be the snake and I can tellOnly a few can pass the testHe movin' foul and all of thatWe take him out, just call a refMario, he hit a lot of shellsBullets, they comin' from PakistanI did a drill with all my friendsBein' a goon without a zenNiggas, they don't got a lot of senseThey do a hit, then call a capAlready did it, won't do it againNow I got money, a lot of bandsNow I got whips, I'm on the roadI got a dick with the pots of goldI had to do it, I sauced the flowI cannot trust him to walk aloneEveryone thinkin' they Al CaponeMy city, you need a two-toneHe had a name and they put it right on a two-stoneMight hit it for free, he know I'm the oneThey call police, these niggas, they dumbStep on the beat, I eat for lunchYou know in between, I headed a bunchI came out the streets, yeah, right out the slumsBullet like bees and don't get stunkAnd leavin' his body, it stink like a skunkCall me the plus, the oneRunnin' with guns from youngUp in the slums with momHittin' the block for funLet it off, yeah, I did it, he doneGettin' bread, I was stockin' a crumbTake him down like he doin' a lunchTake him out like he goin' to lunchKeep it sick like I'm playin' a drum50 Kyle, it's a hell of a gunBullet hit him like a pump in the bluntMake him feel like he coppin' along