Lyrics
Back to that afro, cookin' up actor
Slingin' those raps like crack I get back to
Where I'm supposed to be but I coast through
I'm quick to roast you, show 'em what the toast do
Travel so much, 52 states is local
A hood near you, comin' through for my people
Spittin' that lethal, a car part needle
Pack the Eagle, niggas do what we do
I see you, you see me, count your spares be easy
He gets down like Weezy, word to my neezy
Believe me, check a nigga chest on TV
It's hard to be me, G-O-D from QB
Yo it's gettin' busy from QBC dun
Ain't nothin' changed but me on the run son
My life changed, but I'm still holdin' them big guns
Stop grillin' me before I make you feel somethin'
Hot bullets that'll melt your skin dun
Fuck life, I'm just tryin' to get sucked off
While y'all handcuffin' Nancy slutty whores
Tired of grindin' but I got no other choice
What the fuck I'ma do, got no education
That's why I got this attitude with no hesitation
Police comin' at me, you know I'ma start jettin'
Runnin' through your hood, the old ladies say I'm no good
I play my position, no more no less
It's time to progress, get these checks
Fuck jail, I love my freedom, weed and sex
It gives me a rush to see my shorties bust
Exotic faces, screamin' my name
Ain't no shame in my game
I was taught by the best, now I'm a school of rest
41St side on my neck, I ain't through this set
We been doin' it too long, that was just for wreck
I refuse to fall back, gettin' them greenbacks
I'm ready for combat, I'm ready to click-clack
I refuse to fall back, gettin' them greenbacks
I'm ready for combat, I'm ready to click-clack
I refuse to fall back, gettin' them greenbacks
I'm ready for combat, I'm ready to click-clack
I refuse to fall back, gettin' them greenbacks
I'm ready for combat, I'm ready to click-clack
You can jump, we can thump, thump whatever you want