Letras
I just wanna show the world
That I really do this shit
That I really make quality street music, know what I'm talking about
And it ain't no mistake that I'm this good
I just done seen a lot, you know what I'm talking about
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my brotha
You gotta feel it, lil' hustla
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my nigga
You gotta feel it lil' nigga
I got my own voice (blessed), sing my own hooks (blessed)
Fresh fade nice smile I got my own looks (fresh)
I just like to make people happy (for real)
Four kids, I just like being a good daddy (best daddy)
But I'm a gangster and I rock shows (you ain't seen my shows)
A people person, so you know lil' Boosie got hoes
Damn hoes, that's a figure of speech
Get a lot of shit like that when you listen to me
As for my fans, I love y'all straight up
Y'all a part of me so when they hate, they hate us
Money keep a nigga going, the better things (house)
Mane, I take it to the bank, I don't make it rain (boss)
But I'm fly like Weezy (waddup Weezy)
Plus the hood niggas, mane they believe me like Jeezy (waddup Jeezy)
And I just like to have a good time
Hit the yo, smoke one, and put my life in my rhymes
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my brotha
You gotta feel it, lil' hustla
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my nigga
You gotta feel it lil' nigga
Father forgive me, I was raised on some real shit
So I can't sugar coat shit not a lil' bit
Inside, I'm sad about my dad
Since I lost my grams, I ain't been given a damn
But I still hold my head high and sometimes I cry
But when I cry, man, I don't know why
I feel trapped to be a superstar (for real)
A hundred thousand worth of jewelry to end it
And I spend it with no problem
You don't like badass, then that's your problem
M.O.B. wouldn't give a damn if their hoes holla
Love cars, love broads with a passion (with a passion)
I ain't ever had shit, so I'm flashin' (do yo' thing)
I work hard, go and get it on the road
Seven months runnin' seven-fifty off for shows, get it?
I'm hood rich, still smoking that good shit
Still got the same hood clique straight up
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my brotha
You gotta feel it, lil' hustla
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my nigga
You gotta feel it lil' nigga
I told my teacher to her eyes I'ma make it there
She ain't even looked surprised, gave me another F
Or a fucking D happy you got a C
Fuck the world lately, be whatever you wanna be
Ain't nothing like a strong mind and some confidence
Whenever you step out of line, it's a consequence
We all overseas, we puffin' weed
We'll make you niggas bleed yes in fuckin' deed
Seven fourty-seven yelling seven fourty-seven
On the real, we gotta be a couple miles from heaven
The world tried to pull us down, but we ain't fuckin' let it
I would have did some of it different but I don't regret it
That's one thing about me though, I never been a quitter
That seizure shit crazy, shout out to the hospital
Rest in peace ma, I'ma be on TV (watch)
Young Savage, Sweet Jones, Trill Family
We gon' show the world (I'ma get on the TV, ma)
The definition of real shit, my brotha
You gotta feel it, lil' hustla
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my nigga
You gotta feel it lil' nigga