people be talking bout me all time you be the sucka I'ma stay on my grind bustin these rymes spitting these lyrics you no I'm muthafuckin Killin it got me dropping syllables to get these imbicels to understand my prencibals I don't understand why this shit gotta be so polical it's despicable I can't comprehend nothing these rappers be saying seem like all they wanna say they getting paid getting laid flying in planes driving lambrogins living a dream actin like Martin Luther King big mansions big chains big rangs range Rovers man don't you think this shits insane hole up I ain't tryna place no blame on da game but it's a shame that each and every one of you wanna repeat the same thing damn man pick up ya game start saying what you mean don't you understand droc ain't be constantly slayin and laying these lyrics so these critics can break out the physics of spitting these rymes like quarters nickels and dimes and wounder why it's gone be so hard to stop when I start this real shit coming from the heart you know droc grew up in da trailer park easy you don't wanna spark the fuse to ignite fight that have em popping of like a double barrel sawed shotgun blowing ya mind I'ma stay on my grind till the day I die you Betta watch out for dat dirty dirty south so keep running ya mouth you'll be quick to find out what we all about straight up pistol gripping out da trailer whipping through Covington tearing up the river bottoms hope you don't me hitting ya girl from the back why she drinking on dat yac I'm pouring shine down her back right before I put her on dat kyak and watch her float down the river can I make any muthafuckin clearer