So you say you a gangsta riiight
Are you really a rider yeeaa
You don't take shit from no one nooo
And got ya mind on ya
Motherf**king dough let's go
I'll be a South Side n***a till I rot
Even though I got the yacht
In the million dollar bot
Superman armor on the '69 drop
0ut of every 70 rappers 69 flop
I blowed a buck in the corner
Just to get the feel
My head light smooth
When I move the steering wheel
I ain't running from nothing
It's top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real
With pop artists that kill
I move 2 mill my backyard is a field
I ain't tough for the tube
I'll smack yall for real
Go 'head hate on me now
You'll miss a n***a later
I'm hood like bulletholes
And pissy elevators
I went from playing the same block to Bangkok
So I can get money between raindrops
And my piece so heavy
I pop a chain a week
And get so much p***y
I can't sleep
Poppa was a rolling stone
Never came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few things bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom
If you scared don't come 'round here
Guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it
A n***a try me he won't see tomorrow
I ain't even got a licence yet
And got 7 cars yep
TV the same size as Kevin Garnett
A brand new buzz
Mac 10 and a choppa
White fan base cuz Eminem is my partner
I'm a Ferrari and Jag copper
You a glass shopper
I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper
I ain't a regular n***a
All the promoters pay 100 more
To bring ya boy to Singapore
My dress code got the best hoes jumping on 'em
Evisu's and Red Monkey with the monkey on 'em
Shelves'll leave a niggas food stamps blue
Like a full tube of acid in ya shampoo
We don't tolerate the
Cock-blocking out the bricks
We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips
Watch ya mouth b***h
There's rocks popping out the wrists
And my outfits
A eyestopper for the chicks
Poppa was a rolling stone
Never came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few things bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom
If you scared don't come 'round here
Guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it
A n***a try me he won't see tomorrow
A n***a throw his hands up at me
I send a dummy harmed
And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm
Pick up a shell
That'll be his lucky charm
I got a chunky arm
I'm a f**king Don
I burn big everyday nothing but the bong
I don't cuddle as soon as
I get the nut I'm gone
I'm in a class all by myself
I'll whoop ya ass all by myself
I got white gold rose gold
Yellow gold platinum
Young hoes old hoes
Yellow ones and black ones
I been patiently waiting
To get on my shit again
So this is for the corner
They cornered a n***a in
I wish you would try jump me
I'll wave the gat by ya
And burn ya eyelashes off like a crack lighter
n***a you stupid riding by tryna blast me
Cuz my window got the glass from a taxi
Poppa was a rolling stone
Never came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few things bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom
If you scared don't come 'round here
Guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it
A n***a try me he won't see tomorrow
