and drop them little tops.

Flip and drop them little hoes.

With the dog.

And up!

South side of this city I was born and raised.

So I rep my neighborhood on and off the stage.

H-Town, bam, crowd of the scene, I said, I'm a product of these streets, I guess.

Born hustling, so that's the only life I know.

Late night, slanging up and down my road.

True story, ain't no faking on these blocks I hung.

Live fast, touch money, got rich and died young, yeah.

That's the mentality we had back then.

Nowadays, we put them copies on them Maybach bins.

Long way from the corner yet and still I feel I'm stuck across the hood where I'm from.

So I don't give a like them self-made.

Demanding my respect out shit, yeah Went from a soldier to a dawn like key

Rest in peace, Pimp C. Use a straight up G. Yeah.

Triple OG.

Yeah.

Oh, no.

You heard me.

Real niggas don't bend, don't break, don't fold.

Nah, they call me capital B by G. A hustler is all I ever wanted to be.

A real nigga is all that I ever done been.

Before I snitch, they gonna have to send me to the pen.

I live that lifestyle.

That thuggin' lifestyle I bet uptown the shootin's goin' on right now

Check my background.

I never back down.

And on my block, we don't allow no rats around.

You hear that, Mac?

So you see that all black, the chopper get the cut and loose, you better fall back.

Don't make a nigga whoop you with a baseball bat A Barry Bonds ass whoopin' is what you call last

I remember selling my first aid roller crack.

Remember retaliating after my dog got whacked.

I remember when I made my first hundred stacks.

In Chapel City, if you're bustin', then we bustin' back.

You heard me.