I'm just a nigga out of Shreveport doing my thang
Moved to Atlanta for a little bit better
Increase my mind, tryna raise up my cheddar
When you know better, you do better
And if you know, you know
That's the new code
If you know, you know
Whoa, Haha, Look
Mic check 1, 2 grill look like what yo do after you screw
But dont forget to put ya gun on safety
Cuz you dont fingers pointing at you saying 'He the daddy of a baby'
And my baby said it was worth a baby
Dick had her slumped over like a eye that's lazy
Plus the girls do know the boundaries when it comes to the kid
Or a sunny day could turn into a forcast of raining fist
Im the sequel, she's the prequel and she bears heaters
Plus she got me J-walking and that's illegal
I should be sitting in a jail cell
But i'm the warden and i own the prison
And i'll drop bars on wack rappers so they can't sell
It's Bread also known as a murderer
Jumping on and off niggas tracks, hurdler
And if this was the Artistic Track meet
I'll dance, rap and produce
People call me the triatholon rapalete
I'm sorry you don't understand where i'm goin
With this music i'm making
It's not for you to understand
Just listen
I'm sorry you don't understand where i'm goin
With this music i'm making
It's not for you to understand
Just listen
Stop that bitching it's that chitter chatter coming over without your half of the rent huh
We the new Goodie Mob we gonna make the list
Sit by that ladder take a picture i don't wanna look awkward
I hope aint nobody beefing i don't wanna be hit no reason
Them laws be easy yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep it playa player
Shit get shaked up
Shit ain't adding up
Don't ask me last time i had me
Was last week
Check this man i aint had check to drop yet
Now pedal on, where your boat at
Lil Yatchy video that shit was fucking art
My daddy, My daughter, we all loved it too
And she going to school for liberal arts
Can somebody say thesis of a black man bleeding
To the bang bang beating
Dying in the street
Shit cute ain't it
Shit cute ain't it
I'm sorry you don't understand where i'm goin
With this music i'm making
It's not for you to understand
Just listen
They don't really understand me
I'm misunderstood
Same nigga with a knee on his neck
I'm in my hood got damn, no respect
Tell them crakas just leave me alone
Michael Jackson, leave me alone
We celebrating independence day
But ain't now way ain't no liberty tho
That's why my niggas ride
That's why we at the fucking studio for
Black on black crime black matters
Whats the solution to make our lives better
Y'all ain't giving us shit so we about to fucking take this shit