don't waste it on my new shoestrings, bitch I bang My bold laces, match the same color of my flag that hangs (damn) I stay G to the T, E to the B H to
s trying to out do my flows And all I wanna do is get the key, and open the do' For my Southeastern pros, fuck it let's show em that we could Swang the 4's
Ridgemont 4, cause that's my hood Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes know I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O L-D, a motherfucking plack I
[Chorus x2] It's gonna be alright Keep your head up to the sky [Z-Ro] Cause everything's gon' be alright [Z-Ro] Too many problems in my life I find myself
trip (g.i.b.) Ol? G posted with a blunt to his lip Valdez on the floor two-steppin? with his Boozie already out thurr startin? some shit Get it Boy gang, S.T.L
, that in my future years I'd be stressing Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up with
Tupac] I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin [E-40] Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin [Tupac] That's right, that's
the F-L-A-M-E-to the-S Ya'll ready know homie I be the best I rep the 5 all day I put it on my chest Touch my flag homie You'll get 5 on ya chest I rep
till my heads swollen I'ma needle in the vein spittin' the daily dosage Like T.O. I scream on encroaches If the game plan ain't goin' my way, I threaten
's come and MC's go But they can't fuck around with the way that we flow It's called the (Soul) (You know the deal) (Soul) (You know the deal) MC's come
to the death it's a suicidal success Jealous of you? You're 5'2", low IQ My words strike you, and any motherfucker that likes you "It's coming, Seamus!" And that's
T-L, Magic City, tippin big dick hoes Panties on the back seat, I don't know whose shit that is Condoms and phone numbers, I don't know whose shit that
pussy nigger tempt me (don't tempt me) Breaking the sweet Swear this brother ain't classy (no) Noo that's really killing my pimping (yeah nigger) I mean
that, it ain't only about your face it's about your back, it's me J-U-V, let's f**k make L-U-V [Chorus:] Shawty got me so excited, the way those ornaments
It's time to go, it's time to go, it's time to go, it's time to go It's time to go, go I don't give a fuck about anything, that you're telling me Cause
My Daddy Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy [Verse 5: Fabo Of D4l] All My Gangsta's, All My Thugs, They Shit On You, You Fuck Em Up
