(Good luck at the game, Swish)
Product of my environment, they tell me not to promote violence
You could take me out the hood, can't take that thug shit out me
Motherfuck a record deal, leave me in the trenches where you fould me
I'm a real street nigga, I don't need a rap nigga to cosign me
I'm thuggin' forever, forever mafia family
When the feds indicted me, you know I kept my mouth silent
You fake-ass steppers, real niggas don't speak on bodies
I feel like Master P in the '90s, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
I'm a paper chaser, I got my block on fire
Remainin' a G until the moment I expire
Fuck nigga, don't get bitch-slapped, then hog-tied
I'm screamin' 1900, you is not one of the guys
Like a nigga shirt wrinkled, I'll hit him with that iron
Interstate 95, got the pedal to the ground
I don't want you crab, leechin'-ass niggas nowhere 'round
Nigga, this the intro, it's up there, ain't comin' down
Nigga, this the intro, it's up there, ain't comin' down
Nigga, this the intro, it's up there, ain't comin' down
Nigga, this the intro, it's up there, ain't comin' down
