Haha, yeah I know a lot of motherfuckers plottin', tryna get me But I'ma pull out that chopper and make them boys respect me I keep on rappin' 'bout this life because I'm really 'bout it (For real) I came up out my momma's pussy sellin' narcotics (Woo) People talkin', people blowin' hate All they talkin' is my failure, that's what they anticipate And it ain't my birthday, but I always got that cake If you talk 'bout sellin' drugs, I got my drugs in every state I kill a motherfuck and I won't think twice I'm the type o' motherfucker, that'll take the pussy's life (For real) Ride a chopper in my trunk, and I ain't scared to use it (Pussy) The way I pull that trigger, you could say that I abuse it They wanna see me dead, fill my body up with lead I use to get pounds of weed from my dawg in Homestead And that bull was Mexicano (Yeah), he was like the Soprano (José) You're just a fuckin' duck, I ain't talkin' 'bout Donald (Quack, quack) I see Angels and Demons, I see Angels and Demons I see Angels and Demons, I feel crazy I know a lot o' motherfuckers plottin', tryna get me But I'ma pull out that chopper and make them boys respect me I keep on rappin' 'bout this life because I'm really 'bout it (For real) I came up out my momma's pussy sellin' narcotics (Woo) People talkin', people blowin' hate All they talkin' is my failure, that's what they anticipate And it ain't my birthday, but I always got that cake If you talk 'bout sellin' drugs, I got my drugs in every state, ay Welcome to the mind of a maniac, where the fuckin' choppers at? I'm about to kill a pussy-wreck, put a hole in his snap-back Snap his neck like a Kit Kat, uh You the type to do credit card fraud (You's a bitch) And I'm the type to sell drugs and feed my dogs I'm payin' momma's bills, I'm screamin' fuck-a-deal (Uh huh) And I don't get lost in the fame because I know this shit ain't real It's a cold world, this shit is fucked up Keep on playin' round with me, you gon' get shot up I ain't never scared (Never), I ain't never scared (Never) If they knew about my life I'd probably get the electric chair I know a lot o' motherfuckers plottin', tryna get me But I'ma pull out that chopper and make them boys respect me I keep on rappin' 'bout this life because I'm really 'bout it (For real) I came up out my momma's pussy sellin' narcotics (Woo) People talkin', people blowin' hate All they talkin' is my failure, that's what they anticipate And it ain't my birthday, but I always got that cake If you talk 'bout sellin' drugs, I got my drugs in every state I see Angels and Demons, I see Angels and Demons I see Angels and Demons, I feel crazy