I can never fold on none of my niggas I’m the one they talk about be the menace I got niggas serving bricks out the fender That Karma keep coming back when I was getting it A lot of you niggas be changing when you get famous Talking that shit but you really not gangster These niggas claiming that they bout it bout it We pull them choppers out and homicide them We used to trap up at the Texaco Never sold my soul I had to take the blow Hand to understand I had to sacrifice I was living life I had to pay the price Lost everything I had like Solomon Got it back like it’s like I hit the lottery For my fans I gotta say apologies They holding me down and they ride for me [Verse 1] A hundred thousand for a Plain Jane When you locked up, got to maintain Caught a Fed case with the cocaine Start telling names, playing blame games That ain’t the shit that I call a hunna I was the boss and you was the runner I cooked the dope while she count the commas If she run with the money I kill her momma Do you really fuck with me? Sometimes I wonder Where was you at when that drought was coming You be bumping your gun but ain’t saying nothing Got your bitch in the condo we have a slumber I might pull up with a hundred bricks in