I done came too far to go back
And too hard to go soft
I'm fulfilling my wishes (I got swag)
But Auntie always say I'm losing my britches
(I'm from the hood)
So whatever ever happen, I'm with it
P-O-E 'til I D-IE, I got P-IE's
For the low, come and see that cheese
You might be the police so
I don't give niggas convo talk shit
Them choppers aiming at your ass pronto

I'm Brisco, what it be like?
A boy, five star general, nigga, I been tight
Class gon' hurt these niggas
You don't need another case
Let me murk these niggas
Fuck around and lose a
Loved one 'bout Khaled
Connections with the Arabs
Ross cartel pieces
One hundred and fifty karats
We the mafia, cut that check
This just the politics, dawg, Brisco next
Money

Fuck all you haters, we gon do it major
For all that green paper by Jacob
He ain't nothing but a hater
These goons do it major

Khaled, let me get them
I done came from nothing
Only a buck 65, took the game through muscle
I done got it on the block
Streets don't owe me nothing
I'ma teach you 'bout flossing and stunting
(I'm the trap boy)
Can't believe everything you see on the TV
These niggas get out of line
Get burnt quicker than CD's
Ain't never been friendly
Ain't feeling these old bees
Rather dwell in the hood with
The thugs and OG's
They tell me thug niggas don't live long
So I bring that thing with
Me when I leave home (Watch your mouth)
And loose lips'll make a ship sink
Niggas talk shit, but when it's time
Can't stand in the paint (Dirty Red)
You understand what my name mean?
Accepted in the game, can't change me
Make money, but the money don't make me
I'm too real
I'm what these other niggas can't be
I got my

Fuck all you haters, we gon do it major
For all that green paper by Jacob
He ain't nothing but a hater
These goons do it major

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Writer(s): Hugo Andres Diaz, Khaled Mohammed Khaled, Luis Alejandro Diaz, Unknown Splits