Brrrrr!Every time I get back in the streetsThis sh*t get darkerYeahg, woohNi*gas can’t hate on me nowWe do it all, we came to realizeThey thinkin bout takin me downWe done put bulletproof all on our carsI told em bring anymore roundsI put baguettes on all of my dawgsThey fall, they makin a soundI am on a yacht with a bad thotWe got the streets in a headlockNi*ga tried to peep through the backyardAll he seen was the choppas and red dotsI got my mama a black card, yeahI really put on for the head knockThis that 1ac, you ain’t one of them rappersAnd none of your steppers can step with my steppersThis chess, not checkersI told my dawgs “don’t stressDo not rush it”, I really got offIt is seven on seven and I am gettin better and betterAnd better, my ni*ga, it is never no pressureEvery time I hit up one of yo ni*gas with smokeIt is never no pressureNi*gas is pu*sy, if I put a price on yo headSh*t, I get the specialYou know I be hangin wit jewsGet money wit russians, I am makin my movesThe hood behind me, I never could loseI am good, I am solidCan not play me like one of them dudesYou probably end up on the newsWe mobbin and wildinYou know we ain’t tuckinThem jewels especially for none of you dudesWe slidin wit’ choppas
Rockin dior, I still remember me poor, I am tryna get moreWelcome to philly where ni*gas get smoked for real tryna slide to the storeSend em with the stick, ghost the minivan stoley, slide with the doorNi*gas wanna die in the streets and we can’t even beef, I’ma die on the foursAnd the bi*ch-a$$ rat keep talkin’ that sh*t like he can not get blitzed and die on the tourSwitchin the lane up when I’m in that wrangler and none of them boys can follow them boysI got the game from the real og’sAnd it is money over bi*ches, can’t die bout a whoreI got the game from the real og’sAnd it is money over bi*ches, can not die bout a whore, yeahhHate on me now, hate on me now, I tell em hate on me noGot all them bi*ches and all of ’em leechin’, so ain’t no more weighin me downFresh out the jewelers I ..[1:35] they know I ain’t playin’ aroundI just pulled up in whatever I bought, but these ni*gas in trouble, I am sayin it now, yeahhHate on me now, hate on me now, I tell ’em hate on me nowGot all them bi*ches and all of em leechin, soo ain’t no more weighin me downHate on me now, hate on me now, ni*gas can hate on me nowWe in the city, y’all tell me it’s somethin too say, you should say that sh*t now, yeahhI was out in uk ballin like 2kAll of my diamonds look durayShe say you only gon do it when we go out the country, we havin a three wayI was gettin head in the rolls, start fu*kin her as soon as I got on the pjYou was tryna tuck her like pj, I was tryna bust it and do it the free wayYeahh, I was at the bodega rockin bottegaCrib like four acres and ain’t got no neighbors, yeahhAnd I ain’t never gon’ meet emOnce it’s up there, ni*ga, it’s stuck there, blow it whenever we see youWe gettin them ..She gon fu*k on my dawg and all to get to the leader, IKeep all my bi*ches in bentleys and beamers and I put the demons in demonsKeep all my bi*ches in bentleys and beamers and I put the demons in demonsYow meekYuh kno how di fu*king ting guhh manWoy yoiiOutside
