Bitch, I swear to God, back when I was seventeen that I wouldn't get shot no more
'Cause if I think that you on that, you gotta go
If you see 'em, just shoot, they ain't gotta know
Granny hidin' my money, nobody know
Ain't no leprechauns walkin' with pot of gold
Boy, you better go get you a pot of dope
Better keep you a gun and learn how to score
I done watched niggas hang theyself without a rope
You ain't never got real money by the store
Had to pray niggas hook up to light some more
Day to day, full of pills and a lot of throat
Shootin' dice with my life, if I win
If I win, if I lose, it's a problem, you oughta know
I do not give a fuck, if a nigga come play, I'ma take off and shoot, I am not a ho
I ain't know what the fuck I was doin', I had my nigga Cowboy cook the dope
End up better connections, the good of coke
Now I'm servin' the niggas who at the store
I wasn't tryna be flashy, wasn't tryna be cool, I was tryna help granny go get some clothes
Tryna help my lil' sister see better, hope
For that shit, I need licks and some better coke
Boy, I see niggas bullshit from a mile away and I do not need a telescope
All my life, I been robbin' and sellin' dope
I done been all 'bout business, I been sellin' hoes
Homie, I ain't shakin' hands, I ain't makin' friends, people talk as soon as you go
Only fuckin' with gang, all about the Locs
Pussy niggas be broke, worried about a post
For real, nigga been out here, for real
Nigga been out here, for real
I know I'm fucked up, so chill
I know I'm fucked up, for real
I done went down a few years
A gangster can't shed a few tears
I really been tryin', for real, for real
For real, nigga been out here, for real
Nigga been out here, for real
I know I'm fucked up, so chill
I know I'm fucked up, for real
I done went down a few years
A gangster can't shed a few tears
I really been tryin', for real, for real (Uh-huh, look)
Thirty foreigns parked outside, that's a million dollars in one yard
Gucci, Louis V, double C and Goyard
Swear to God, this bitch gave me a hundred thou', nigga, last week
Thick bitch from H-Town got my name tatted on her ass cheeks
Jumped off the porch at eleven
Roll the dice, nigga, seven, eleven
I ain't never prayed to the reverend
Do a gangster make it into Heaven?
Where I'm from, I'm the top opp
Seminary, from the top block
I ain't never had a jump shot
Sold pussy and sold rocks
More money than my teachers made
Lawyer money just to beat the case
Cost a fee for the bitch to stay
She fag off, it's a 100K
Green face, lil' ant Rollie
Blue face, lil' feel Rollie
Got some niggas that'll die for me
And some niggas that'll kill for me
Bad bitch out in Calabasas
Hellstar with the Valabasas
All my bitches way above average
Seen a million way before rappin'
I was really outside, for real
I ain't never sign a major deal
I done ran through twenty mil'
Nigga, better come sign to Phil, it's Philthy
For real, nigga been out here, for real
Nigga been out here, for real
I know I'm fucked up, so chill
I know I'm fucked up, for real
I done went down a few years
A gangster can't shed a few tears
I really been tryin', for real, for real
For real, nigga been out here, for real
Nigga been out here, for real
I know I'm fucked up, so chill
I know I'm fucked up, for real
I done went down a few years
A gangster can't shed a few tears
I really been tryin', for real, for real
