Ha ha, you ain't nothin' you say you is
Just let everyone know
Uh, just know that I know, I know, I know
The streets; they fallin' strong
Just know that I know
Uh, f*ck them
n*gga, you know I know
They know Flocka got these streets, f*ck this industry
I know he fakin', f*ck his feature, won't get sh*t from me
A lot of rappers see before (?) supporter
They just mirrors full of smoke, they ghosts, they can't afford it
You give the streets a bad name, you can't fill these shoes
No, you don't really live that life, who you tryin' to fool?
I'm the type that you call to get you chain back
You the type to go out of town and get your chain snatched
I'm the type to get some money, all my n*ggas' good
You the type to turn your back, that's a bad look
How you real, don't put no money on your (?)
But you buy a b*tch Chanel just to hit the pus*y
I lost some n*ggas in this sh*t, got some inner fans
I been up and felt some droughts, I done lost some bread
Know how it feel to be f*cked up, can't even hold your head
But you ain't really in this sh*t, so you won't understand
You don't know how it feel to put your life on the line
For your n*ggas when this beef like, "f*ck the other side"
You ain't that n*gga you say you is, boy, I know your kind
You the type to hit the cups, scared to throw your sign
pus*y-ass n*gga, ha ha, f*ck-n*gga, I see you
God, it was poppin', man, homie, what's up, bro?
B.S. and we in this b*tch, man
Down south criminals, man
You know how we rockin', man
Big homie sh*t, man
I'm in the hood, I'm in the raids
I'm overseas, I'm in America, I'm in China
I'm in London, I'm in Africa, I'm in Australia
n*gga, I'm everywhere, partner, what you up to?
Bank accounts in, like, seven different f*ckin' countries, man
I'm eatin', man