I'm tired of this shit, man
I'm trying to do some other shit
What the fuck? I mean, these motherfuckers are trying to make it their business to lock me the fuck up
What the fuck? Why not now

How much longer you gonna be dodging bullets out here in these streets, man
How long before one of these motherfucking knuckleheads catches us slits and throw one in the back of our fucking heads
I ain't gotta tell you. You already know
These streets got an expiration date on them

Take this shit, the whole cut for yourself, and you vanish
Fuck these streets
You're a ghost, right
Goddamn right, you're a ghost

Be a ghost and be a legend at the same time
You already know
I've been sick of struggling, that's why I've been hustling
I've been trying to get my money, make a triple-doubling

I'm trying to be like the crack, get it bubbling
But we over here, they're trying to get the troubling
I don't know if they can see me on TV
Tell them that I sell the CDs in the trees that don't be CDs

Some people be trying to see me
Maybe it be the DETs off of these trees
Maybe the 5-0, and I don't even know
I try to keep it on another level

I'm high, so I don't know which way they about to come down
But I be with my people
We play the ball, shoot around inside of the roof, the basket
I try to make them understand we need the truth automatic to be wealthy

It means we gotta be healthy
But it be kind of hot in these streets
They want to melt me
It's like the rapists

These niggas want to be felt me
Nah
They never dealt me a better hand than what you got
You went to the same school that I went to

You listen to 2Pac, probably big, probably 112
Probably listen to them dudes that probably made it
Some dudes that failed
Some probably hate it

They just stuck in jail
They over there writing about their bad luck from the cell
And me, I'm over here in the mic, such a tell
Because my shit ain't really sucking like that

It's going swell, but maybe not as swell as that nigga named Bill Gates
He's trying to build a place
He's getting real cake
But I can feel kind of content with the chips that I gotta get now

Because this nigga bumping the sense over at BP
Every time he sees me, feeling like he really just needs me
And I don't think that he does
Cuz probably got more cheese than I does

Because at the end of the day, everybody give him a little bit of pay
Probably goes over to Raleigh, get a big Buford
Probably go to the Dollar General and get a new shirt
I don't even know

He's probably thinking to do the moves work without the $30 bracelet
Dudes riding fly
New paint like it's space shit
Yeah, we got some rims

And they chop
Dudes hate shit
Cuz they be over there
They walk going ape shit

Listen to they walk, man
And they rapping
Yeah, they thinking that they fly
They feeling like that they trapping

They thinking they think T.I
They think that they Jeezy
They think that they Wheezy
But really, at the end of the day, they not on TV

Ain't no whole CD
They ain't got no breezes
They ain't got no ice
Niggas really ain't freezy

They really ain't cheesy
They looking kind of cheesy
They looking kind of grimy
Maybe getting greasy

So when they try to see you, they try to get squeezy
Pulling out the 45
Fuck a fucking CD
They trying to ride in the 45

The old school, the Chevy
Yeah, making life look easy
Like it's Sunday morning
12s in the back

15s fucking storming
Yeah, over there
Waffle House in the morning
Leaving big tips to the girls while they on it

Getting on the bus and they got to go to school
So they can make the guru
Gotta use the tools so they won't be confused
They can make the moves and they can go to the top

Probably just be chilling on the cruise boat in the yacht
I don't even know
I see it all open my thigh
Yeah

But it's something about dudes
I should have took him out, but fuck it
What I say, like I said, they use the tools to go to the top
Cause really, you need to make the moves to be on a boat and a yacht

Trying to take a cruise
Don't be confused
Make your shot and take it and make it
Yeah, they trying to break it

Your pocket
Hopefully you won't profit
That's what they think
And man, you really need to stop it

And I don't even know
I ain't the one to really gossip
Cause I can't act like I'm far from the projects and got shit
Nah, these dudes, they be toxic

Cause they was toxic
And I'm over here like a comment
Not really far from a star
But I try to give them the bars and let them know I'm hard

But I ain't trying to be hard
I'm just giving you the story
Just letting you know the road that I took
A little glory is more for me

Or maybe more for you
I don't even know
But I know what's in store for dudes
I said they got blessings

They're south up in the heaven
They gonna give them down here to us who feel lessened
And yes, man, I got to receive mine
I believe in the greater being

The one that makes the shine every day
Plus the moon when I'm feeling in the gloom
The one that makes the spirit, the harmony
Plus the tunes, the bloom, and the flowers

The greater power
The thing that makes the water flow
But the showers that makes all the time forever go for hours
I don't even know, man

It made you
It made ours
Our parents
They parents

And it's apparent they a parent
Cause apparently it's prepared a place for me and for you
So I'ma do what I do and live life to its fullest
I hope don't nobody try to spray me with the bullets

But I believe that they can't touch me
Enemies in my footstools
They say it's more lucky
It's something that's guarding my back

Every angle
They say that God, he got us
The guardian angels
And his son's sacrifice for me and you to have an afterlife

Man, that's tight
Cause I'ma do what I do and I'ma really say thank you
Act like it ain't nothing that I can't do
Cause he's inside of me

Feeling like a prodigy
And I hope that when he hear this on a Sunday, he'll be proud of me
I left out the cursing
And all the wording

We gon' keep it tight
Yeah, like a virgin
PG-13
And plus we over here

Herb Dr. Green
But I'm concerned with my team trying to make it
And get more
So it's simple

More than the Wii
Take it back to the Nintendo
Call it the Wii Flow
Say it's the bomb-ish

Yeah
It's the urban electronics
It's how I do it
Chilling with Jazzy Faye

I gotta get my cash and pay
Like I said, I feel like a champion fighter
Cash is clay
On my homie Raleigh

With them bomb mommies
Gotta be like I'm doing
We off to Bombay
Yeah

And plus a bust on the zombies
Nah
Feeling like they never stop me
Unless they have a red octagon

Yeah, I'm over here
I'm boiling like the rice
See the pot is on
Nah

We got greens like we copped a lot of lines
Top of the dime
Yeah
Running the mafia

Nobody can stop me
I'll pull up the chopper
You gon' be screaming like operas
And you ain't the Phantom

But I'm gonna need me a Phantom
A couple checks to get handled
So I can get to my grandson