Just another day in the hood Squat twenty-six so they would Fuck the small talk, bust a jug Teardrops tatted on my thug Fuck what you heard, even gangsters need love My youngin' caught a case, he been in there since the ninth grade Fuck the scholarship because he tried to rob the dice game When I let God lead the way, that's when my life changed When you take a trip to go and get 'em, then the price changed Yeah, in the flesh really him Pay attention to the details, it's Celine on my Timbs Until I get my left right, I ain't leavin' out the gym Paper'd up, I'm too deep, I think I need some milk Body like I'm silk, Master P Masterpiece cost a half a hundred, actually If I feel as this a soft press, then it's a casualty If I'm speakin' factually You know I tax niggas, it ain't no taxin' me I had to tell her ass to slow down, quick runnin' after me You know your mans will get smoked down, he like a pack to me "How it feel that you a G.O.A.T., now?" That's what they askin' me Took a trip to the 'Raq Went to school where we some- Love from the track then spent a couple at Sax On demon time, you see the horns on my hat Cameras all in the front 'cause foreigns all in the back Window open, I'm coolin', concrete, I grew West love me like Snoop, I'm international too It's a gift and a curse, rap what I actually do And I cross the line, we up the ratchet, the troops