I'ma tell y'all like this (yeah)
I learn something new every day
More money, more problems!
I always knew I was gon' make it
But you never know what you
Yeah, my nigga, we got this shit
(It's Gangsta Grillz, you bastards)
But sometimes, you wonder
Ayy ayy, I tried told 'em (Gangsta)
Is it worth it? But I done
Dedicated my life to this shit!
So I'm in it for life! I can't
Shout out to Bun B! Pay attention!
Yeah, straight up D- boy, 17th Ward
Bitch, Katrina turned my city to a seashore
I keep going for them coins
Burnin' them bitches like a ci- gar
Punk, put a hump in your back
We call that cocaine "rice"
Huh? You fuck with me, chump
I say, before you spend a dollar boy
Put up the re- up yep! Get up,
In the game, put up or shut up
Bukkabang the Birdgang and the Birdman J
Lil Wayne, here to hang other words
Feel my pain! Fireman, I spark in the rain
I walk through the flames, yeah
But I'm a hustler to the muscle
And them new drop Bentleys look
Hugging that block like I'm loving that
Never sell a crumb where my
You can come at me for beef
Your bitch come at me for wood
I come in that Similac Maybach,
Looking like I'm tryn' bring
Give it to 'em raw, no Ajax taste that
Heh, fuck around and make your face crack
I know niggas that shoot dope
Arms looking like a racetrack
Nigga missed a vein in his neck
You can't take that? Well,
Yeah, turn that straight to a G stack
I'm live from block one- five- one
Where my young niggas on the
Rise to get a name, don't try them
How they think your people
(Yup) dope and the ice, yes (Yup)
And that's the mindstate of kids
Still they wonder why the crime
side, Westside, Southside
'em: vice- grip, pliers, man
Niggas turn to tinfoil when
Pressure bust pipes, I apply it and
Move like a lion through the jungle, yes
There is none higher than me
Don't slip up and end wind
Up in the lion's den (Rrr)
Higher than a chick that flight- attend
Bad bitches, I fly 'em in, fuck 'em
Feeling like they on nitrogen
Just call me the Pied Piper, man
Still get the coke through the pipeline
And I'm still getting paper
I still got paper bags coming in
I still got that mattress with
Comic books, Playboy baby mag under it
Still! I still got ties with my guys
Who don't speak no English
(Cheapest) got no green card,
And got those Pablo features
They drop off and pick up I
Then drop off what's picked up
If you support the movement
Then we dedicate this to you