作曲 : Quantavious T. Thomas/Marcus Bennett

作词 : Quantavious T. Thomas/Marcus Bennett

So you motherf*ckers don't understand where the f*ck I'm coming from

So I had to explain to you motherf*ckers where the f*ck I'm coming from

See what the f*ck I'm sayin'? (She know what the f*ck going on, n*gga)

I done got a lil' older, what y'all don't understand

I'm not that same young n*gga, but I'm still that same n*gga

I don't play no type of games in no type of way, no type of form, no type of fashion

I am, I am what I am, yeah

(The f*ck you mean, you don't know DJ Marc B?)

You know what up, n*gga

I'm a big snake, big slime, don't play (Uh)

Shawty ride big Drac' but he like that AK (Okay)

MAC-90 with the grip, love the way it spray

Named that b*tch Osama 'cause the way that b*tch had sprayed the A (Uh-huh)

I done did all type of gangster sh*t in all type of states (Yeah)

N*gga say he tried me, know he cappin', boy, that sh*t no way (Cappin')

N*gga know 'bout Slimeball, shawty gon' up that b*tch, he hit in the face (Big Slime)

And he keep it real, don't say sh*t, keep it in the street, that's how he play (Yeah)

Ooh, ooh

You listening to a motherf*ckin' d*pe slangin' (Sippin' drank), pistol totin' (Molly)

Ho takin' (I took your b*tch), money makin' (I got racks)

Real n*gga (What?)

No ho in him (Never)

I don't know what to say (Hush your mouth)

Keep it player, keep it real with yourself (Tell 'em again)

And, you know, slime

This some good **, I like it

I'm a big snake, big slime, don't play (Uh)

Shawty ride big Drac' but he like that AK (Okay)

MAC-90 with the grip, love the way it spray

Named that b*tch Osama 'cause the way that b*tch had sprayed the A (Uh-huh)

I done did all type of gangster sh*t in all type of states (Yeah)

N*gga say he tried me, know he cappin', boy, that sh*t no way (Cappin')

N*gga know 'bout Slimeball, shawty gon' up that b*tch, he hit in the face (Big Slime)

And he keep it real, don't say sh*t, keep it in the street, that's how he play (Yeah)

G code, these n*ggas don't stick to no G code (Why?)

These n*ggas really been hoes and I'm in beast mode

Got the streets on lock, though, really run my block, though

I just flooded that motherf*cker with nothin' but snow

I know that a lot of n*ggas 'round me wish I was poor

I remember I was robbin', yeah, I used to be broke

Quick to hit a lick in my hood, feel like Curtis Snow

When this sh*t get tough for a n*gga, that's just how it go (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Sittin' on my knees prayin' to God, "God, can you help me make it?"

I've been on the grind for a long time, money, I been chasin' (Yeah)

Clutchin' on my gun, God, I swear my patience run thin (Uh)

Guess I gotta go in, so I'm finna go in (Okay)

Gotta kick a door then, go kick a door then (Yeah)

Gotta show these *** n*ggas you ain't on no ho sh*t (Uh-uh)

And these hoes, they gon' doubt you if you on that broke sh*t (Damn)

I ain't never goin' broke, ain't never been no ho b*tch (Never, b*tch)

All I know is keep it real, never on no more sh*t (Uh-uh)

Didn't your mama teach you not to tell all that snitch sh*t? (Well, damn)

Man, these n*ggas really tattletale, he really snitch-snitch

So I look at him like opposite, he is a b*tch-b*tch

And I'm lookin' at my wrist game, this b*tch so sick

And this money in my pocket, it's a hell of a lick

Crossed a couple n*ggas out, I ain't looked back since

These n*ggas stuck in the past, I'm ahead of that sh*t

I'm just tryna get some money, tryna run it up and take care of my kid (Tryna take care of my baby, yeah), yeah

I'm tryna get some money, make sure that my mama don't want for sh*t (Mama don't want for sh*t), yeah

No more traphouse for me, no more backstreet, no .223 (Yeah)

I just point my finger and them shooters use the .223

Upgraded my status, n*gga, I don't have to be in these streets (Big dawg)

Do what the f*ck I want to, you know I'm a real OG (Yeah)

And I keep it G when a n*gga don't keep it G

That's why everybody's hood love me, salute me, they can't go 'gainst me, for real (Uh-uh)

And if you say you want that smoke, n*gga, I give you the deal (Deal)

I know it's shockin' when bodies drop, shawty big ill

Y'all opps the *** ass n*ggas out here big squeal

Let's keep it real, lotta of these n*ggas didn't think I was king of the hill, yeah

Let's keep it real, lotta of these n*ggas didn't think I have them M's (***es)

But I got money, M's on M's, b*tch wanna f*ck with Slim

Freaky lil' b*tch, yeah, just like Kim

Make her bend over, stand in them heels (Yeah)

Barbecue baby, put her 'cross the grill

And it's a gangster goin' 'cross her grill, yeah, uh

Sittin' on my knees prayin' to God, "God, can you help me make it?"

I've been on the grind for a long time, money, I been chasin' (Yeah)

Clutchin' on my gun, God, I swear my patience run thin (Uh)

Guess I gotta go in, so I'm finna go in (Okay)

Gotta kick a door then, go kick a door then (Yeah)

Gotta show these *** n*ggas you ain't on no ho sh*t (Uh-uh)

And these hoes, they gon' doubt you if you on that broke sh*t (Damn)

I ain't never goin' broke, ain't never been no ho b*tch (Never, b*tch)