[Verse:] 500 grand, eat lobster tails Hope the niggas got what for sale So much money, no fingernails White body, engine and a tail Chrome lips, V12 Kiss the king but don’t kiss and tell So many rings, need a Jordan deal T-Raw’s, it’s ain’t all for sale Just bought a swiss account Hunneds stay the same at this amount Lk, show you what that’s about Hard to check a nigga when the checks that bounce Fuck around, drop out of class Made millions now, my teacher mad She need a job and I give her that Young nigga with big stacks Buy my style and ain’t gave it back How you think brought you the raw rap? How you think taught you the phantom rap? Gold plates, I’m reflectin that Every day my birthday, nigga la my birthplace This ain’t a race but I’m first place I never fucked with you in the first place We on a different pace, nigga so long I ain’t the nigga you could hold on Ride the wave or just float on Get off my back, I’m tryna lead on Always home when the heat’s on When it’s cold shoulders niggas be gone Niggas be gone
(Hook 1) (x2) I’m still the same nigga, same bitches we know No difference, been me since day one Real nigga since day one Cuz I ain’t promised day two Talkin bout what I’m going through But who the fuck aksed you?
[Bridge:] Aksed you, aksed you, Aksed you, aksed you, Aksed you, aksed you, But who the fuck aksed you?
(Hook 2) Who dat be? Who dat be? Who dat be? That’s me bitch Who dat be? Who dat be? Who dat be? That’s me bitch Niggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line I murder them motherfuckers every time Niggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line I murder them motherfuckers every time
[Verse:] It’s a thin line between love and hate A thin line between real and fake Keep a nigga based on shape, ass shake She gon make it clap, vibrate Give me room, 50 feet, all in my space I’m the one you face and don’t hesitate See me layin on yo back, man eat this shell like it’s Pac mane Do it under one tape, what you say? T-Raw to blame, T-Raw to blame Got a piggy bank, pretty model sittin next to me – that’s accessory Don’t be sassin me How do you have the audacity? When a verse gotta bring cash to me I be gassin me, you wanna crash on me? Have yo head where yo feet should be Laid out in yo living room, murder you then watch it on tv Ain’t no breaking me, breaking news that’s me Headline, we can go head up Like Greenbay Packer, hell lit, hell yea He a crazy ape man, I’m turnt up to ten Fuck with me, commence and repent Mill to the king Came from the block, little hardknock Lock it up, pull me in a cell block, I can make it You ain’t made shit, you complainin (stop complainin)
(Hook 2) (x2) Who dat be? Who dat be? Who dat be? That’s me bitch Who dat be? Who dat be? Who dat be? That’s me bitch Niggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line I murder them motherfuckers every time Niggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line I murder them motherfuckers every time