And you're gonna find
There's nothing in the world
I wouldn't do for you, just ask baby
And you know I'll come through, baby

I'm from the bottom of the gutter
Makin' it ain't a option
Fightin' to make it out, like all a nigga know is boxin'
And even if a nigga win, I told him I'd be back again
Chopper in the front seat, next to these cocaine blocks again
I'll never let it go, bitch I'm the king of the streets
Caught up in ghetto dreams, like I'm in permanent sleep
Swangers of the beat, this like old school fresh outta class
Plus my driver kinda high
He fired, he fuck up his glass
Don't mind my temper
I'm a asshole, they ain't told ya?
I'll beat the brakes up off ya like it's nothin'
They ain't showed ya?
Bitch I'm the hood, you can tell by these corners I sell
If I was raided you can tell 'em I'm XXL
Under this blow I'm trying to get 'em to work on this scale
My brother caught a case, I'm still tryna to work on his bail
I know it's real, but you can tell him I'll never leave
And everything I grip will stay the same if I ever leave

You already know they
You already know
You already
Know they
It's the dope Super Bowl and nigga I'm 'bout to win it

You already know they
You already know
You already
It's the dope Super Bowl and nigga I'm 'bout to win it

I done, I done worn out my welcome in my own home
Don't talk to my girl, so deadly I blow a whole zone
Seem like everyday I rob, steal, cheat
Said one day I might get set up by some broads in the street
'Cause what goes around comes around
And I've been dishin' plenty out
Always kept it cruisin' through my city with my semis out
Never let you jack me, rather let a jury hear me out
Give me life, my niggas hit the courthouse and clear it out
Damn man
Why we sell dope, pimp on these bitches, and gang bang?
In our DNA everywhere is the same thing
Niggas feel ignored, feel oppressed
Down to strike a nigga out to get some stripes up on his chest
So we rob in the vest, and the same shit that's killin' us
We got Obama, but Capitol Hills still ain't feelin' us
Make laws to get rid of us, wipe us off the map
If they take me out then you can bet your life that I'll be strapped
I'm so cold with it

You already know they
You already know
You already
Know they
It's the dope Super Bowl and nigga I'm 'bout to win it

You already know they
You already know
You already
It's the dope Super Bowl and nigga I'm 'bout to win it

You know I'll come through
Baby, yeah

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Writer(s): Frazier Othel Thompson, Fredrick Jamel Tipton, Patrick Baril