I might pull up in a tang, I might pull up in a 'Vette
Bunch of niggas hating on me cause I'm bout to get a check
I'm the best up in my city, and they knowing that I'm next
Bullets aiming at yo head, ain't no need to wear a vest
They know I'm the best, and they know I won't stop
Niggas steady be talking, but run to the cops
Coming straight from the bottom, was out on that block
I was trapping them grams, I was serving them rocks
Need a hundred thousand, trying to make my money double
Late night smoking pipes, I was in the gutta
Had to hustle for my shoes, no help from my mother
Homie told the pigs, so I guess he undercover
Got a son with my girl, ain't no need to wear a rubber
I was in the school wit the icky in the hallway
Hating ass niggas, give a fuck about what y'all say
Nigga try to play me, we gone air it out, broad day
Know they get mad when they hear my fuckin shit play

Yeah, and I been up for six days
Had to kick back, then I had to get straight
With the big bass
When it blast, let my shit play
And they gon know that fucking shit bangs
They gon say it, they gon scream it from the rooftops
They gon look at me and then be like, "Boy, don't you stop"
Why not? Shit, oh my God
Dream of riches 'cause I came from the rags
Writing schemes with the pen, only thing I ever had
Really lose sight when I think about the past
Through the night I'm fighting battles, I got demons on my ass
So I really don't give a fuck if you hate me
It ain't nothing new, you a fool if you think it phase me
Wrapping up the herb, now my vision so hazy
Rap good, hit a backwood, get lazy
Yeah, treading it carefully, burn the rubber, dip tread in the kerosene
Yeah, pop like a melody, popping, y'all popping them caps or amphetamines
Now, they amped and they peddling, tryna peak the pedestal by them petty means
Baker Boy, I need the bread, that's by any means, make a choice and chop it up like it's fettuccine