Shit wasn't easy
You know it took a lot of licks to get where we at now
I was down bad
Ain't have a dollar to my name (Straight up)
I was down bad
Just my family and my gang (Straight up)
Glock 23, I was praying to my flame (On God)
Hit a lick, hope I don't gotta kill for this chain (On God)
Moreland Ave, at the Checkers, .38 special (21)
Last **** tried to rob me on a stretcher (Facts)
I don't never have a plug, ****, 'cause I ask him (21)
Zone 6, get my cars washed on Gresham (On God)
Ran off with yo' buddy pack he don't want no problems (Lil bih)
21 Savage, you can call me King Nut Dropper (Yeah)
Jumping crew to crew, yo favorite rapper a hood hopper (Yeah)
Trappin' with this rifle, we don't need no doorstopper
Gold grill, dawg (Dawg)
I go hard (I go hard)
Yo' **** soft (**** soft)
Corn on the cob (Corn on the cob)
He a intern (Yeah)
Ain't got no job (Yeah, yeah)
If this rap don't work, **** I'ma rob (On God)
Yeah I'm shining
But I'm dark on the inside
Some of my brothers lost they heart on the inside
I can't lie, it broke my heart when my friends died
We gon' make that choppa' spark till yo' friends cry
Spin the block till yo' friends cry
Never question God
I'm a fearing child
I'ma ride for the gang till I'm not alive
I'ma up and let it bang till I'm not alive
****, I just bite, I don't bark (I don't bark, bro)
I just send hits, I don't argue (Leave that to the hoes)
You think that you the Hulk, but this ain't Marvel (This ain't Marvel, bro)
I hit yo main thang, that shit was horrible (Shit was garbage, bro)
Got a girl named Keisha (Yeah)
Got a girl name Lisa (Yeah)
Girl named Britney
Girl named Whitney
Main girl crazy
Don't you leave no hickeys
I be in the strip club
Even when I'm sixty
I'ma tote an AK
Even when I'm fifty
Let them **** split the drum
Both of them get fifty
You can get shot, believe it, or not
****, this ain't Ripley
Pulled my ding-a-ling out
She thought it was a blimpy
Lil' boy, I'm a killer whale
You could never shrimp me
Fronted me 300 bags
That shit, that was tempting
Whole pointer VVS's
Got my neck rinsing
Chinese bitch, don't know her name
I just call her Ling-ling
Made a couple M's
Spent a quarter on a ring, ring
Cash Money '99
Bitch, I got that Bling Bling
Never was a kingpin
Beat a couple drug stings
She think she my one and only
But she just a summer fling
Yeah I'm shining
But I'm dark on the inside
Some of my brothers lost they heart on the inside
I can't lie, it broke my heart when my friends died
We gon' make that choppa' spark till yo' friends cry
Spin the block till yo' friends cry
Never question God
I'm a fearing child
I'ma ride for the gang till I'm not alive
I'ma up and let it bang till I'm not alive

Writer(s): Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Ahmar "Kid Hazel" Bailey & Marcus Bennett.