Talk that shit 'cause I live that shit (Stuntman)
Hey, hey, hey
When these niggas look in the mirror, they lookin’ at me, man
Ron-Ron do that shit
Hold on, hold on
BG, nigga
Still with the gang, fuck you mean, nigga?
Real street nigga
I done put some real ones on they feet, nigga
They got me
Seen my family sneak diss and talk down on me
They doubted me
These niggas took my style and tried to clown on me, woo
And these weirdos tried to duplicate, I'm watching fiends hallucinate
Watch my hooker bust a date, I just hit eleven states
These niggas just rappin' great
In these streets, they featherweight
I stopped talking the moves I make
These niggas’ll try to take your place
Don't believe the fake stories
These niggas ain't bust a grape
Don't believe them fake gangsters
Who didn't cut they weight
Anti, real moody
Please get out my fucking face
They ask me where I been at
I been out gettin' all the game
They ask me why I act like that, why I'm actin' moody
And why we keep them straps like that, why so many toolies? Huh
I ain’t finna battle rap, boy, I’m finna shoot it, huh
In the right state of mind, boy, don't make me lose it
That bitch ain’t stayed down and I know she wasn't gon' do it
That bitch ain't stayed down and I know she wasn’t go through it
And the crowd go wild, nigga, when they hear my music, woo
Crowd go wild, nigga, when they hear my music
I can feel the jealousy, I can feel the envy
God keep telling me these niggas ain't with me
I been having dreams that the devil tryna get me
I been moving clean 'cause the feds tryna lynch me
Moving with my henchman, we 'bout a hundred hits in
Ain't no fireworks when the yopper get to whistling
And I learned my lesson having bitches in my business
And I learned my lesson tryna move off of feelings
Had to shake that fuck shit, had to shake that punk bitch
Now I get a check just to walk out in public
Now I need a check just to be in your function
Need a check from a bitch, she wanna keep fussing
They ask me why I act like that, why I'm actin' moody
And why we keep them straps like that, why so many toolies? Huh
I ain't finna battle rap, boy, I'm finna shoot it, huh
In the right state of mind, boy, don't make me lose it
That bitch ain't stayed down and I know she wasn't gon' do it
That bitch ain't stayed down and I know she wasn't go through it
And the crowd go wild, nigga, when they hear my music, woo
Crowd go wild, nigga, when they hear my music
I can feel the jealousy, I can feel the envy
God keep telling me these niggas ain't with me
I been having dreams that the devil tryna get me
I been moving clean 'cause the feds tryna lynch me
BandGang, nigga
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