Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
Play that back, uh
Let me hear that, uh
uh, uh
uh
Woah-woah, woah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Rockin' to my name, uh
Keep a hem in that tutu
Shot a nigga with that "Uh-huh"
Lil' bitch think I'm cool-cool
Freaky like Adeena
Sing song like Aleena
Wet like Aquafina
That This why baby love my shit
She like when I ride like this
Better when I talk like this
But you still ride in the mama whip
Pac when I get too real
Pop then I get two deals
Ain't Nyquil
Then gun jammed and I shoot still
Papa was a Rolling Stone, momma kicked me out and said, "Don't come back home"
Tried my lil' ass off in the bedroom, in the basement night
Couldn't call my mother, had to get these packs off
Get a Mercedes bike, settle for the Porsche, you know how I kept it light
I lost weight, hmm, yeah
A lot of niggas took gun fight
Long day from the broke days in the metros, no buffets
In the hallways, had to part ways
'Cause the street had my little mind made
We killed most our enemies, had to kill my own too
By fourteen or fifteen a nigga was real life grown, dude
So don't talk to me, you about your phone, 'bout your friends, 'bout my clothes
'Bout my main man 'cause he gone
And he did what he did
And we young, kids
But it's cool and we cool
And I so give no fuck, what the fuck?
A nigga scared of fuckin' I do not know, no I do
I follow
I know one thing that you the dick, is swallow
So gone, bust down given, this heart is hollow
I wanna kill rappers, this bitch niggas is shallow
La-la-la, la, la-la, the Instrumental Outro]