[Verse: Uncle Murda]
Might get shot by a cop today
For being black on the block today
In the trap getting chicken, fo'-fifth got an extended clip in
I'm O-Dog with the llama
What you say about my momma?
Shoot a nigga for some petty shit, in the restaurant on some Belly shit
No mother no father
Yeah I grew up in the Carter
We ain't let a crackhead work for us though, we was more smarter
Take it back to the old school
Street smart, I ain't go to school
Dropped out got a GED
Broke teachers can't teach me
No respect for the OG's
West coast made us look weak
Pac died niggas killed Big
Big died they dead the beef
Rest in peace to my nigga Ty, wish you was still here player
Me and Web still killing niggas, so what it's 20 years later?
Next year make 20 years
Still feeling it 'cause you ain't here
Got a movie I'm about to make
Tryna partner up with Lionsgate
I done been through it all
Flex I done seen a lot
Seen chicks give they kids a kiss when they just finished giving me top
Main chick want Chanel
Side chick want a Birkin
Young chick want Gucci
Told her we don't do Gucci
Glad they freed the nigga Gucci
I ain't pulling over they might shoot me
Strapped up like where the beef is?
Got ID for them pieces
Fridge used to be empty
Had to grab the nine let it empty
Now it's hella food in the fridge, dropping out the best thing I ever did
School couldn't pay the bills, or put food on the table
We was watching regular TV, hit the block now we got cable
These Balmain jeans, Versace on my feet, shirt by Givenchy
Niggas hating on me, I ain't worried 'bout nothing like the homie Frenchie
Diamonds all on my chain all on my watch and niggas don't like that
That's how people get shot and people start saying 'why they do him like that?'
Got girls kissing girls, ménage à trois's, yeah I really like that
Girls like all them new Drake songs, they don't care if he ain't write that