Man them young niggas bout nothing Show up at the with the choppers like nothin' fifty shots, clear the block like nothin' If you it from the bottom to the top like nothing You don't owe a nigga Nothing, nothing, nothing, Nothing, nothing, nothing, You don't owe a nigga Nothing, nothing, Nothing, nothing, nothing, You don't owe a
Put your in the air, I'd like to make a toast In case it goes down, yeah you I got my toast And you really from the streets that's when they hate you most And when you really got it then when they hate you close Knew him in the day when we was gettin money Now every I see the nigga he be actin funny Don't you niggas see it? I'm a pressed for time Wanna talk about the past, told 'em press And I ain't feelin you sayin ho, you out of place I have you feeling what I'm yeah it's on my waist I'm trying to chill, a couple with my lady friend So they can me at the telly in the latest Benz
Nigga you see me getting mine, you get yours Are you the one doing the serving or you served? Or you the one the jackin, or you gettin jacked Or you the one that's goin hard or you back And I don't believe in falling back, bitch I'm goin wanna see me fucked up, man I swear to God They praying that I fail, I'm that I rise I the hating didn't work so now they tellin lies Oh he ain't did this, and he did that Boy it real wit ya self, you know he lived that You ain't real, you don't give em they asking for Such a real nigga, what the fuck you fo'
And you even know a nigga, what you hating for? And I ain't nowhere so what you waiting for? the street, this rap shit cake and ice cream Fuck the selling words, bitch I ice cream From the bottom to the top, that's a nice How you make it out young? I had a scheme And I don't owe a nigga shit, better get it Just know a nigga down each and every night Hands on, yeah I broke my own things Hands on, I counted up my own chains Fifties here, twenties over there You know the rest, nigga, and singles everywhere