shit Niggaz that blow chicks, can you feel me baby? (When you inside me Pretty) Can I trust you baby? (I never lie Pretty) Plus you stay jiggy (You keep me
{Killa, Lil' flip You stay hollo Dipset in the building, yes, sir Let's get ready to do this shit, yo} Call me the better man Beretta man, leather man
Oh, next light bust a right. It's not gonna be too hard. If there's no parking on the street pull up on their front yard. Don't bring no vodka, or
chop we use jewelry and stage props We hate cops 'cause everyday we get stopped For ridin' spinners plus they know I got my pistol on me You try to jack me
don't fuck with you Ya'll don't smoke dro, and ya'll don't drank lean Bananna scare face and the Underground king Now you hear me (Oooh!), now you feel me
it man, Lil' Flipper underground legend You gotta feel me, you gotta feel me I ain't fuck off my budget you gotta feel me haa haa Yeah y'all buyin' them
I'm ridin' down the street I still feel like I'm hustlin' why? 'Cuz I'm raw with these beats You can put me on a plane or put me on a train 'Cuz no matter
East, I'm connected on the West I ain't sayin' I'm the best but I feel like I'm blessed I got thirty on my neck and twenty in my mouth But if I feel
'all done fucked up and left me in this bitch I'm just your average hood nigga with dreams of gettin' rich But you don't hear me My crib big like a football
It was all a dream We finally made it From point A to point B And we came from Rags 2 riches (What?) Rags 2 riches (What?) Me and Will Lean came up from
baby boy You can call me your baby girl Maybe we can spend some time I can be your sunshine I can call you my baby boy You can call me your baby girl
I thank God everyday for pavin' the way 'Cause he made me what I am today A young entrepreneur with amazin' talent In order to be the best you must take
of nines I'm ahead of my time 'cause I stay on my grind 'Cause most niggaz be lettin' hoes play with they mind But not me 'cause homey don't play that You see me
me fill up da club I get nuthin but love i ride nuttin but dubs You steady talkin' dat shit butchu wont box me wit gloves Dont make me fuck up ya mug
Max with the regular laces In this world I'm gon' pity I was raised in the ghetto-out the city Something is holdin' me back Something is holdin' me back Something is holdin' me
, Memphis, Tenn, what?) They told me I can't talk about ice no more (What? What? What? What?) But they ain't tell me I can't start another fight no more
like me I told her, "Keep it on the low, boo, I know you got a man" I ain't wit that lovi dovi shit, I ain't holdin' hands Just call me when you get
a k nigga, I blow that haze nigga I'll be at frisco fuckin' with them bay niggaz Them niggaz bump screw, and they will jump you They pick me up from
