I got wakin haze, my customers hoes sleep with me we have small beef, i still sell em o's for three fifty they known when big beef, I'll pop 100 times they like road kill, i live niggas brains on 189 and my down bitches, they be ready to kill i be like chill, they be like "thats my nigga fo real"
Thats my nigga fo real X3
I don't give a fuck if we don't sell a record we still gunna get this money in the bricks spill it zee
I'm like santa clause, i deliver niggas grams raw straight from panama, they eat it up like hannibal and my dons, they appear like magic wands i sell em to the crack of dawn, and destroy every track I'm on plus i have a clan packed in the back of vans more raw than the taliban, murk you for a half a gram i get bboy a truck, yo truck in the river fuck some doe, he be like "thats my nigga fo real"
Thats my nigga fo real X3
Scarecrow what, I'm trying to walk before i crawl I want it all, ever since i came outta my mommas walls I'm trying to make so much doe when i write a song i can vite em all, while ya'll click on the corner selling final calls niggas mad at us, gladiators like maximus we fabolous, while you fall off like canabis's managers my man d, you keep the nina pillin zee, point a mine and watch em soak em like sarina williams
Thats my nigga fo real X3
Zee need buddha, E user Be freelookers spittin from our pt cruisers my tank don't drop, i still got doe to make got little niggas on rollerskates, holdin my coke and weight blow paper, hole chaser, doe raiser, joe frasier 16 cellys and 4 pagers go hype up your squad that they might fuck with ours i just light up cigars, go buy bikes, trucks and cars got axe n nitty in atlanta deep ran the street, 10 grand a week i got one word, don't put ya man to sleep and i love my jersey live bitches they leave a nigga, face with 35 stitches they'll help me, cinder blocks and pushin kids so deep in the oceans they see where octopusses live this label deal is for raws pacin chill i know mad heads, but still