| Niggas overcame the worst, man this our year |
| Turned up from the old me, had to switch gears |
| Whoever taught I had to be my brother Paul Bear |
| I play possum to these clowns but I’m all ear |
| I’m 100 you don’t gotta check like it’s all there |
| Niggas know I been the truth like Paul Pierce |
| It’s hard to get to me so bitches they can’t get to me |
| I ain’t have no kids yet but I got mini me’s |
| And if you love me gotta show it, just don’t say you do |
| From the trenches make it out, I’m the living proof |
| I love money, I love guns, I love fuckin' too |
| And they don’t tell you when you’re wrong, and they don’t fuck with you |
| Bitches wanna shine with you, don’t wanna grind with you |
| If you’re my brother, best believe I’ll tell a lie for you |
| And everybody claim they real til that time hit you |
| And I can’t tell you 'bout the rest, but I keep my pistol |
| Your favorite rapper, he’s a capper cuz he not gon' blow |
| That mean he ain’t gon' rock |
| Loose canon 'bout that bag, nigga shout out PAHP |
| Real niggas go through the most I done seen a lot |
| The say real niggas died and came back, so who am I |
| Seen too many niggas good die young, I’m not surprised |
| Superstitious nah, you go against the grain, you gon die |
| Superstitious nah, them niggas been telling on that side |
| I can’t never give up cuz if I do I let my people down |
| Free the home team, I keep 'em lit, they know I held it down |
| Bitch think she got a chance with me, but she be fuckin' clowns |
| They freed Lil Zell, he took 10 and he never made a sound |
| And I be with the robbers, I be with the killers |
| Yea I know a couple cappers but I don’t fuck with those |
| Yea I know a couple trappers, ask I don’t check them hoes |
| M Slime, that’s my brother, play with him, I wipe your nose |
| Like can you help me what I’m goin' through |
| Never kick yo dawg nigga while he down, that’s what hoes do |
| Could have any bitch I want but I chose you |
| And I didn’t like it at first but I grew too |
| So we stuck with it |
| Can’t be hanging with the opps, know it’s up with us |
| And never leave my brothers hanging, I still thug with 'em |
| And Ima realist, so you fake, keep our love distant |