Ay, yeah
Beat 'em up, gimme that
(Because I am hard, you will not fight me) fuck 'em, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Ay, ay, ay) spent my life in the streets
And I ain't been bit yet
Say I'm dumb, 'cause I'll come and kill for respect
Real right street nigga, what the fuck do you expect?
If I can't beat him, fuck it, go get the TEC
I ain't taking no more L's, can't have that on my rep'
Ain't gotta run the streets no more, but still be out tryna step
Free Maine Musik right now, he caught in the web
I just go out, and I'm already fuckin' celebs
My lil' raw ass, dog ass, never had to pay for ass
Always known to get the cash, once I get it, I'm gon' spazz
Soon as I get it, make 'em mad
Sonning niggas, I'm they dad
Why you hate? You should be glad
Beat my case, shout out to Brad
Beat my case, don't gotta rat
I just made a tool, now
Why the fuck I ate the cat? Aladdin fucked her on a mat
Riding in a dirty Jag', riding with a dirty MAC
Hop out, it's just me and Yack
Hop out dressed up in all black

Gave my heart to the streets, will never leave her 'lone
Won't give my soul to the game, rather remain unknown
Promise I don't need no friends, I can thug all alone
I'll be damned I let them crackers turn me into a clone
'Fore I do that, I'ma just go buy a flip phone
Then go post up on the Ugly and proceed to sell stone
If I'm dead broke, ain't no telling what I'm really on
If I'm dead broke, I'm back to breakin' in people home

Never a been a lame nigga, bitch go ask about me
I'm always gon' get that bread, I'm just never gon' be cocky
Every time I hit the scene, I be acting a donkey
My girl threw away my Molly, so right now I'm on Perkys
Locked up, swear to God, I was no man flunky
For that bottom bunk I even had to beat up my bunkie
To be honest, I don't even much really feel sorry
Cold hearted nigga, no sympathy for nobody
I'm the freshest lil' coolest nigga inside the party
Christian Louboutin's on my feet, got me feeling Gotti
In a G5, tryna turn a stripper to Cardi
Bust like a chopper when she start to ride like a Harley
On my grimace, no diddy bop, we moving like Kylie
Prayed up, I don't even gotta go see his mommy
Hoes gotta sign a contract just to be around me
'Cause for a bil' these hoes will do you like they did Cosby

Gave my heart to the streets, will never leave her 'lone
Won't give my soul to the game, rather remain unknown
Promise I don't need no friends, I can thug all alone
I'll be damned I let them crackers turn me into a clone
'Fore I do that, I'ma just go buy a flip phone
Then go post up on the Ugly and proceed to sell stone
If I'm dead broke, ain't no telling what I'm really on
If I'm dead broke, I'm back to breakin' in people home

Ay, ay, ay
Beat 'em up, gimme that
Fuck 'em, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, ay, ay

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Pierre DeLince