Verse 1:
n*ggas gettin smoked everyday where I come from
The Bay Area, San Francisco, California
The home of the Giants, the Niners and them hard-head
Young ass n*ggas that'll leave you in ya car dead
n*ggas show no love for the other side
Ever since the bang was on and a gang n*ggas died
n*ggas strapped to death cause the bang is on
So you coward ass n*ggas best to stay home
Cause n*ggas ain't going out this time around
Got my f*cking sh*t c*cked making n*ggas lay face down
Just to let 'em know ain't no punks up in Lakeview
Just young ass n*ggas that just might break you
And when you hit up Frisco you probably think of faggots
But on my turf it's straight gun fights and cappin
And that's why n*ggas talk about what they never see
We call n*ggas out suckas and that's why I'm sucka free
Cause that's how n*ggas a do it for the nine-tre
For all that turf sh*t I got a forty-five mayne
Cause where I come from you gotta stay strapped up
Cause these n*ggas might try to peel ya cap bruh
And what I'm spittin ain't no motherf*ckin bullsh*t
The only thing that I'm spittin is these bullets
At them b*tchmade n*ggas at the club that night
You shouldn't have f*cked with me cause it a never be right
Verse 2:
Danked out everyday in my 'Lark rollin with my n*ggas
Pervin off that liquor make a n*gga get hella sicker
Bustin em caps making em fall when I be off that 8 ball
Spraying up yo set and leaving names on my wall
n*ggas be set trippin I got a sh*t for these n*ggas
n*ggas be acting funny
I'm staying fat as a pig get my money on
And staying away from these haters
While I'm getting my mail these other n*ggas is Captain Save-A's
Trying to get my paper these hoes can wait later
Business before pleasure so go with that player hater
He'll wine ya and dine ya
Hit the guts and leave ya lonely
To get even with me you go and f*ck one of my homies
I don't give a f*ck I f*ck your friend on the under
While I'm f*cking yo partner
I leave ya stupid ass wondering what the f*ck I'm doing
Yo where the f*ck that n*gga at
b*tch I'm on the d-o or puffing on a 20 sack
And this n*gga wanna plex cause I'm f*cking his baby mama
You should check yo b*tch before you go and start some drama
The b*tch chose me I didn't choose your b*tch
n*gga I didn't know two days later I would hit
You gotta face the f*ckin consequences
When you out here f*cking with these punk ass b*tches
And these n*ggas talking bout let's fight
n*gga I don't fight no more cause it a never be right, fool