I come straight from the ghetto, I’m ballin hard as I wanna
And I’m thankful as ever, that we ain’t out on a coma
There been death in system, you the ref with the whistle
Cuz these suckers is fowl, they disrespect us – we hit em
Niggas claiming they real, they wishing their gang official
They got me out in the field, a nigga back on his crystal
Go on with the hammers, my niggas all in the slammer
Niggas want to catch me slippin but I don’t walk over in there
I’m outchea strappin them felcrow and no, I don’t say I’m dough
But I spin that raw shit, it’s like a cell code
Put one in your hand nigga, like walk with a shell ghost
I wanted a chamber yea we on point like your elbow
Bulletproof range when I pull and shoot things
Hit em close range, let em feel the blue flame
Every month I buy a new car, a new chain
I won’t never fuck no bummy hoes that count they loose change
Real nigga come first (first) and dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I keep birds all in my words (in my words)
I keep birds all in my words (and them people tapping my line man that shit bad for my lungs)
Real bitches come first (first), fat bitches come second (second)
Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my words
I got purchase all in my system and half a juice in syrup
And these suckas talkin this money shit, y’all niggas got some nerve
I try to kick my bitches up on lay away (lay away)
And if you fuck me good you getting paid today (paid today)
That’s 40 on my wrist, you caught me 80k
And I ain’t got no ice in it, rollin out the light tinted
So these niggas see me (see me), sway em like graffiti (fiti)
I get what I wanna (wanna), like I own a genie (genie)
Niggas hatin on me (on me)
Know they wanna pin me at the table with my niggas, he is locked in with the greenie
And that pussy smell like Fiji
Boy, I’ll just go swimming
Everything but foreign from the porches to the women
I’m early in the morning, with the coca, tryina flip it
Nigas say they want the money but they don’t want go and get it
That’s why real nigga come first (first), dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I was out there on that curb
With mailbox so close with me, I’m picture word that I’m worth
Talkin late nights you don’t play right, that kitchen wearin that work
Go!
Real nigga come first (first) and dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I keep birds all in my words (in my words)
I keep birds all in my words (and them people tapping my line man that shit bad for my lungs)
Real bitches come first (first), fat bitches come second (second)
Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my words
I got purchase all in my system and half a juice in syrup
And these suckas talkin this money shit, y’all niggas got some nerve
