Reportin' live from the trap This for gangstas I ain't talking 'bout you bustas You know this shit ain't a game So you niggas listen closely Realest nigga alive You could see it in my eyes I ain't playin' wit 'em homie Yeah I'm strapped when I ride I'm strapped up, I'm iced out a nigga play, its lights out These niggas just hating they ain't talking 'bout shit Feels like I was born for this If not, at least I'll die for it They said I couldn't do it but I'll still try for it I ain't trustin' 12 shots, you know I keep them choppers with me The word on the street is that I'm still that nigga I'm the one who went and stole the teacher's cigarettes I'm the realest nigga in it, you already know Got trapper of the year four times in a row (what they give you?) I'll lend you the whole clip 'til the shit empty Big stacks, yeah, I got that That's why I copped that Cris by the six packs Snitches want me locked up like Akon Big stacks, yeah, I got that Half a brick and I'm breakin that I'm in the trap where the junkies at I stay strapped, blow you off the map Niggaz hate behind my back, but when they see me give me dap I'm from the hood I'll punch your lights out I'll send some slugs at yo' bitch ass In my hood ain't no love for yo' bitch ass Fifty pounds in the trash bag