[Chorus] Man them young niggas killing bout nothing Show up at the spot with the choppers like nothin' Full fifty shots, clear the block like nothin' If you made it from the bottom to the top like nothing You don't owe a nigga nothing Nothing, nothing, nothing, Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing You don't owe a nigga nothing Nothing, nothing, nothing Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing You don't owe a nigga
Put your cups in the air, I'd like to make a toast In case it goes down, yeah you know I got my toast And when you really from the streets that's when they hate you most And when you really got it then that's when they hate you close Knew him back in the day when we was gettin money Now every time I see the nigga he be actin funny Don't you niggas see it? I'm a little pressed for time Wanna talk about the past, told 'em press rewind And I ain't feelin what you sayin ho, you out of place I have you feeling what I'm sprayin' yeah it's on my waist I'm trying to chill, smoke a couple with my lady friend So they can meet me at the telly in the latest Benz
Nigga you see me getting mine, you better get yours Are you the one doing the serving or you gettin served? Or you the one doing the jackin, or you gettin jacked Or you the one that's goin hard or you fallin' back And I don't believe in falling back, bitch I'm goin hard They wanna see me fucked up, man I swear to God They praying that I fail, I'm praying that I rise I guess the hating didn't work so now they tellin lies Oh he ain't did this, and he ain't did that Boy keep it real wit ya self, you know he lived that You ain't real, you don't give em what they asking for Such a real nigga, what the fuck you askin' fo'
And you don't even know a nigga, what you hating for? And I ain't going nowhere so what you waiting for? Beat the street, this rap shit cake and ice cream Fuck the selling words, bitch I sold ice cream From the bottom to the top, that's a nice dream How you make it out young? I had a nice scheme And I don't owe a nigga shit, better get it right Just know a nigga stayed down each and every night Hands on, yeah I broke down my own things Hands on, yeah I counted up my own chains Fifties over here, twenties over there You know the rest, nigga, fives and singles everywhere