I had to work for everything I got When I was young u couldn’t tell me shit I got the phones were is the plug We he he pull up run off on his shit Air his car out can’t pick up the stick Roll up a backwood smoke up a zip Leave a nigga broke kyrie in the game Lame ass nigga gon hate cuz he not with the gang Pull up with 9s and air dat shit out I know I’m hard need ya clout On bulervard sellin da loud Ass like jello but feel like a cloud West side running up dope Fye up the mag they changing they flow Cut off his pride and leave it to float Fuk all dat talking I know she a hoe Give em one pop and blow out the smoke Don’t want the blunt shit skimp like a poke If u not with den go to the folks Ice on the bullet gon feel it’s snow Dont need a semi to air out the sto Give me a billy I kill him west coast Rollin niggaz up if Dey mess with gang Choppas spitting in slang causing the pain