Ha ha, you ain't nothin' you say you is Just let everyone know Uh, just know that I know, I know, I know The streets; they fallin' strong Just know that I know Uh, fuck them Nigga, you know I know
They know Flocka got these streets, fuck this industry I know he fakin', fuck his feature, won't get shit from me A lot of rappers see before [?] supporter They just mirrors full of smoke, they ghosts, they can't afford it You give the streets a bad name, you can't fill these shoes No, you don't really live that life, who you tryin' to fool? I'm the type that you call to get you chain back You the type to go out of town and get your chain snatched I'm the type to get some money, all my niggas' good You the type to turn your back, that's a bad look How you real, don't put no money on your [?] But you buy a bitch Chanel just to hit the pussy I lost some niggas in this shit, got some inner fans I been up and felt some droughts, I done lost some bread Know how it feel to be fucked up, can't even hold your head But you ain't really in this shit, so you won't understand You don't know how it feel to put your life on the line For your niggas when this beef like, "Fuck the other side" You ain't that nigga you say you is, boy, I know your kind You the type to hit the cups, scared to throw your sign
Pussy-ass nigga, ha ha, fuck-nigga, I see you God, it was poppin', man, homie, what's up, bro? B.S. and we in this bitch, man Down south criminals, man You know how we rockin', man Big homie shit, man I'm in the hood, I'm in the raids I'm overseas, I'm in America, I'm in China I'm in London, I'm in Africa, I'm in Australia Nigga, I'm everywhere, partner, what you up to? Bank accounts in, like, seven different fuckin' countries, man I'm eatin', manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
