Ayy, Young Jay, you made this?
You ain't a shooter, you don't put niggas in bodybags
Play with Cook, I'm in your mirror like I'm Candy Man
Chopper bullets make him tumble like an avalanche
Dead on arrival, he don't even need an ambulance
I'm low-key smokin' weed in a caravan
Thirty for a brick, I ain't never goin' broke again
Love for no bitch, I can never trust a ho again
Damn, I miss my dawg, I'll never see my bro again (Rest in peace)
Pourin' fours in my cup, fuckin' up my kidney
Niggas sellin' Bobby Brown, niggas sold on Whitney
Gettin' money, rockin' ice, smokin' dope in Benzes
I ain't doin it for the 'Gram, I'm really 'bout my business
Niggas sittin' on they ass, all about these bitches
Get the bands out the trap and make it out them trenches
Lost it all and got it back, this shit really in me
Niggas talk behind my back, I can peep the envy
Up in Barneys blowin' racks, hella Gucci, Fendi
Bitch, it cost four zips for these new Balencis
I could make a hundred stacks in these new Amiris
Throw it out and get it back like I'm playin' Frisbee
These niggas said that they with me, I know they lyin', though
Sucker said they gon' get me but I ain't hidin', though
They can't stop me from scorin', I'm like LeBron on 'em
Steve Urkel ass niggas, I'm Stephen on 'em
Long money for wars, not just for Rollies, boy
You ain't stackin' no trophies, then what you grindin' for?
Yeah, you call him your homie, but you ain't slidin' for him
Yeah, you sayin' fuck the opps but they ain't dyin' for him
Suckers say they gon' get me but I ain't hidin' on 'em
'Cause bitch, I'm clutchin' this fifty, I'm bustin' fire on 'em
Niggas stuck in the streets, I done retired on 'em
I ain't fuckin' these bitches, I done got tired of 'em
Bustdown baby, I whipped a whole nine for you
Trap goin' crazy, I split the whole pie with you
Fed a lot of niggas and it only made 'em disloyal
Trust'll get you killed, if you slip, they gon' really murk you
Runnin' laps in the field, jumpin' over hurdles
Niggas lookin' up to rats, call 'em Ninja Turtles
I can flip a hundred packs, started sellin' purple
Bitch it's only for the family, my lil' Cosa Nostra
I'm an East Oakland legend, do it for the culture
If you eat but don't hunt, you a fuckin' vulture
It be snakes in the grass and you call 'em brothers
Hoes fuckin' everybody but they still love 'em
These niggas said that they with me, I know they lyin', though
Sucker said they gon' get me but I ain't hidin', though
They can't stop me from scorin', I'm like LeBron on 'em
Steve Urkel ass niggas, I'm Stephen on 'em
Long money for wars, not just for Rollies, boy
You ain't stackin' no trophies, then what you grindin' for?
Yeah, you call him your homie, but you ain't slidin' for him
Yeah, you sayin' fuck the opps but they ain't dyin' for him
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