Ima product of my environment
Grew up wit n#gg#s dat was jackin’ body rocking sh#t
Some turnt snake some went state it was all type of sh#t
I ain’t trippin’ I got a solid few I started wit
It must be sumn’ in da water cause we all f#cked up
Screaming f#ck the other side you try me and get touched
A n#gg# hit at me and missed some might call dat luck
I’m God bodied catch a body leave ya starstruck kiting out for them laws come
Na the job done
When it come to gwap you ain’t got none
What’s wrong wit cha?
If that’s yo homie he get domed wit cha
Think ima hoe you got the wrong n#gg#
Catch you in traffic pimp ya ridе tools I ain’t talkin Xzibit
I know you ain’t wit it
Really eat or get atе in my city
You gotta watch ya close friends it ain’t no hard feelings
When fake love get exposed it’s gon hit different
Show me any signs I can’t f#ck wit cha
I ain’t forget yeah I remember, they ain’t want see me get figures
Na I’m running it up thinking G5 wit my n#gg#s
One man army ima g dats 9G on a n#gg#
I’m in my own f#ckin lane ion compete wit these n#gg#s
I ain’t gotta do too much for em to be in my business
Feelin like Master P and Herbo stepping in wit
No Limit
Never slipped on my pivot
Always had a vision
Vision clear talkin vivid
I’m the n#gg# you mimic
Feelin’ undefeated
I’m million dollar dreamin’
Gotta spend racks in Neiman
Mark em’ til we get even
I talk my sh#t so well they bump my sh#t then go repeat it
Yea they hold they and they gon hate that’s why they pockets greedy
Uh
But they ain’t full nun they empty
Up the clip out my jeans if I wake up feelin’ evil
Watchin n#gg#s play catch up while I do numbers like visa
Me and my scrilla can’t come in between it I’m benji feigning
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