From the streets to the crib,
everything I keep it real,
From the birds, to the prize
We do it big, you know we do it big
They giv in' cash for gold,
so I sent them my wedding ring
Ha, that means I'm single as a dollar
Thick chick, cornbread fed, I'm a holler
Northside, you know what I claim UNT for life,
you know the name of my game
Ruby red diamonds all in my chain
Still fuckin' with the kingpin,
Hand on my heart, 5 -star, allegiance
your family gon' be grievin'
Officially, slap and kill a bitch
They tellin' me to get back on my G -shit
On the blocks with nicks and dimes
I'm the motherfuckin' king,
Check my motherfuckin' bling, nigga
Every day I keep it real,
From the burbs to the pride,
From the hood room to the pie,
Look at my hustla, look it all,
I'm reppin' where I'm from
East side knuckle to the north whip,
I'm flossin' on these inches
I spit cellboss but I ain't
full of strength an d intensity
A, B, C, D, E, F, know I been a G
Look, you gotta mention me
When you say the word cool,
I'm frozen food with the juice
that's why the baddest chicks
I can't help it, fast lane, wear your helmet
They say I do it large, big baby
learn to move with no time
Hit the club, HBO, showtime
From streets, to the crib
Grease it, divide every day, I keep it real
From the birds, to the prize
From the hard -boiled, to the pie