[Intro: Lil Boosie] I just wanna show the world That I really do this shit That I really make quality street music, know what I'm talking about And it ain't no mistake that I'm this good I just done seen seen a lot, you know what I'm talking about
[Hook: Lil Boosie and Kiara] We gon' show the world The definition of real shit, my brother You gotta feel it, lil hustler We gon' show the world The definition of real shit, my nigga You gotta feel it, lil nigga
[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] I got my own voice, sing my own hooks Fresh fade, nice smile, got my own look I just like to make people happy Four kids, I just like being a good daddy But I'm a gangsta and I rock shows A people person, so you know Lil Boosie got hoes Damn, hoes, that's a figure of speech Get a lotta shit like that when you listen to me As for my fans, I love y'all Straight up, y'all a part of me, so when they hate, they hate us Money keep a nigga going to better things Mane, I take it to the bank, I don't make it rain But I'm fly like Weezy Plus, the hood niggas, man, they believe me like Jeezy And I just like to have a good time Hit the yo, smoke one, and put my life in my rhymes
[Hook: Lil Boosie and Kiara]
[Verse 2: Lil Boosie] Father, forgive me, I was raised on some real shit So I can't sugarcoat shit, not a lil bit Inside, I'm sad 'bout my dad Since I lost my grams, ain't been giving a damn But I still hold my head high, and sometimes I cry But when I cry, mane, I don't know why I feel trapped to be a superstar A hundred thousand worth of jewelry to end it And I spend it, with no problem You don't like Badazz, then that's your problem M.O.B., wouldn't give a damn if the hoes holla Love cars, love broads, with a passion I ain't never have shit, so I'm flashy I work hard, go and get it on the road Seven month run, 750 out for shows, get it? I'm hood rich, still smoking that good shit Still got the same hood clique
[Hook: Lil Boosie and Kiara]
[Verse 3: Webbie] I told my teacher to her eyes, I'mma make it there She ain't even look surprised, gave me another F Or a fucking D, happy you got a C Fuck the world and be whatever you wanna be Ain't nothing like a strong mind and some confidence Whenever you step outta line, it's a consequence We all overseas, we puffing weed We'll make you niggas bleed, yes in-fucking-deed 747, yelling 747 On the real, we gotta be a couple miles from heaven The world tried to pull us down, but we ain't fucking let it I woulda did some of it different, but I don't regret it That's one thing about me, though, I never been a quitter That's seizure shit, crazy, shout out to the hospital Rest in peace, ma, I'mma be on TV Young Savage, Sweet Jones, Trill Family