(What's happening Chi Chi?)
(Spyda Beats)

I told my bitch I'm having motion, they supposed to hate me
Don't worry 'bout them, they not killers, they just talkin' crazy
And how these niggas be on my dick, this shit startin' to amaze me
They be actin' like lil' fucking hoes speakin' 'bout the kid daily
I'm takin' trips to Dubai just to shop, baby, I'm different
Got so much Dior in my closet, they say that I'm trippin'
Got so much blue hunnids on me, the bitch think that I'm Crippin'
I had to stop hangin' with them niggas, we ain't have the same vision
I can't be wastin' time in the 'jects, I'm tryna stack these mills
And how I been shittin' on 'em lately, it's like I got a deal
And how I been shittin' on them niggas, I know they all pissed
Just when you shoot your shot, lil' nigga, you better not miss

Ayy, boy
Listen, if it ain't safe for me, it ain't safe for nobody out this bitch
That's facts, nigga, fuck you talking 'bout, nigga? Stop playin' with me, man

Please big brother, don't force my hand or people gonna die
Please big brother, don't force my hand, that's me puttin' aside my pride
I flew to Haiti, Woo lady say I'm ready for whatever
Nigga feelin' like a gremlin, bitch, I'm feelin' just like the devil

I'm movin' like a rebel, I won't dick ride for no clout
I don't like to fuck with rappers, them niggas like to run they mouth
I'm a G all by myself, I don't gotta be a hundred deep
I could go anywhere I want, I be damned a nigga do somethin' to me
You got me feelin' like we could've been superstars
(For real, my nigga, we really could)
Pullin' up in foreign cars
(Yeah, for real, for real)
Nah, fuck that shit, nigga, no, we couldn't
The main niggas that be hatin' on you be the ones you think that wouldn't
Niggas lyin' to the media talkin' about me on interviews
I expect that shit from them niggas, they ain't got nothin' else to do
Ain't nobody catchin' me slippin', I'm leavin' the studio clutchin' pistols
I keep one in the head, the streets done fucked up a nigga mental
I keep one in the head, the streets done fucked up a nigga mind
I stopped fuckin' with every nigga that done gave me a fucked up vibe
I told DJ close the back door, don't let none of them niggas in
Long as I got you and my brother, promise I don't need no more new friends
The streets done taught me a lot, no ABC's, just keep FN's
The streets done taught me a lot to the point you can't even trust your kin
Murder on my mind, I pray I never have to kill my dawg
I be ready to stand my ground, nigga know I'm not worried about the law

Please big brother, don't force my hand or people gonna die
Please big brother, don't force my hand, that's me puttin' aside my pride
I flew to Haiti, Woo lady say I'm ready for whatever
Nigga feelin' like a gremlin, bitch, I'm feelin' just like the devil
Please big brother, don't force my hand or people gonna die
Please big brother, don't force my hand, that's me puttin' aside my pride
I flew to Haiti, Woo lady say I'm ready for whatever
Nigga feelin' like a gremlin, bitch, I'm feelin' just like the devil

Copyright: EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Chidi Osondu, Pierre DeLince