True story

I'm going up, I'm on my pivot, they can't f*ck with me Bad lil bitch, she ridin' round, she livin' luxury Keep a four five, right on my hip and this bitch stuck with me Fully on the Glock it hit his head, that's what we love to see Niggas, bitches, wolfin on the net they homie goin They done threw his dumb ass all up in this wood and that shit strong Mama told chill, but then again I will maybe I won't Cause these niggas tryna kill me, they want hell, we give em' smoke Out the ARP, tell em' c'est la vie, that nigga gone They can't f*ck with me, we don caught a opp, he in a song This bitch stuck to me, see my mom stressin', workin' nine to five jobs I be damed if I'm stressin', workin' nine to five jobs Go to school and go to work, do it all over again I done seen niggas locked up, all over a friend That same friend, fuckin' your bitch, shit get wicked like a witch Leave you stinkin that ditch, I won't stop till I get rich Clear the scene, we throwin' B's up, them niggas throwin' Z's up Them niggas dead, them niggas sleep, they hit his head That nigga weak, they hit gang, bro get on your feet They done got bro, we gon' spin they block until it reek They hit his taco, nacho, that is nacho cheese Nigga stop it', they done hit his cap, till he fell Boy whats in your wallet yellin pronto Rollin opps in canto then we spark, it got that iron on me Got me feelin' all my Tony Stark shit Dark shit, real rap, hot shit, they feel that, blow a nigga peel back how you strapped and still lack They done took my brother, so I gotta make em feel that Don't take no loss, cause I'm a boss Pocket fat like Ricky Ross, let's go