[Verse 1] These niggas just hating they ainåt talking bout shit Iåm a grown ass man I flip my own brick I donåt need yo help I can own my own dick Ainåt no motherfucker help me write my rhymes Ainåt no nigga pay for my studio time See me at the top and want to claim my fame Nigga took my chain yea motherfuckin right You better off saying a nigga took my life Want to assassinate my character but I ainåt acting It ainåt adding up so you niggas subtracting B.I.G. said it first more money more problems The why I see it more problems more money (whatsup)
[Hook] I got the streets on lock Atlanta on my back I do it for the hood You got a problem with that Real nigga so this rap shit easy (when I speak) Theses niggas believe me cause bitch Iåm Jeezy [x2]
[Verse 2] Eyes wide shut I donåt see these niggas Cause deep in your heart you want to be me nigga Want to stand in my shoes Want to fuck my hoes Want to live my life Want to rock my shows (noooo) Ya young punks with ya loose ass lips I keep a AR with them loose ass clips What type of real nigga name himself after a bag Nigga youås a hoe, a Loui Vuitton fag My name ainåt dick so keep it out ya mouth It is what it is look I am Da South (thatås right) Big Mac you niggas small fries You just another nigga Iåm more like the franchise (whatsup)
[Hook]
[Verse 3] I was born in the Field raised in Atlanta Pop busted a nut here so I was made in Atlanta (ha ha) Mat Lew died so I stayed in Atlanta Had a plug on the squares got paid in Atlanta 22ås on the 2-door it sits so right Ice tray on my wrist yea it shines so bright Make moves in the day and I ball by night 9/11 Porsche I was on that flight 5å9, 6å1 I callåem the twin towers Had them on the triple stack Hitåem both in the shower Pedal to the medal bout a buck 85 Mr. 17-5 slow head well I drive (whatsup)