Thats the Intro (Freestyle)

Your granddaddy died for tellin', your mama ain't shit and your daddy was soft

And your uncle 'em was just some bitches, and both of your brothers was flaw

And your lil' sister ate me up by the way and I came in her mouth

I know they don't like this, I come off the head the same way I write shit

You know I'll fight quick, but I keep the strap like a dyke bitch

I talk with the big man, I told 'em turn me on like a light switch

I got some big plans, you know I can execute 'em with the right shit

I'm breakin' down white grit, in a hotel with a white bitch

But this how I got to be, can't fuck with these niggas 'cause you know they might snitch

I be like fuck the law, I wouldn't cooperate for a light sentence

You know I love all my dogs, I'll go to jail for 'em like Mike Vick

'Til then my life lit, I just took a dog shit smokin' cat piss

I cut off my last bitch, she ain't had no business smellin' like no catfish

She need her ass kicked, yeah, I gives no fuck 'bout no bad bitch

I call up an ugly ho, like I need my dick sucked and my balls licked

I call her Nappy Hair, why? 'Cause you know that head sloppy

Eat the dick off the body, then take a picture with it and show everybody

Now that's a head doctor, I need a med doctor for these flashbacks

My grandmama mad at me, she caught me puttin' Granddaddy in a trash bag

Let me rephrase that, I was puttin' gas-gas in a Glad bag

My daddy just caught a fit, 'cause his lil' bitch done ate up his grandkids

I'm on some pimp shit, yuh, yuh, I been on some pimp shit

Ten years old runnin' 'round school hittin' hoes with that shrimp dick

Know I don't play, nigga, I got the game from back in the day, nigga

No I'm not Jeffery, but you can ask Uncle Phil, I'm a made nigga

Rn4l shit, 'til I die, be my grave nigga

Try and be nosey, that's how you get shot in your motherfuckin' face nigga

And if I fuck around and fall seven times, G, pick me up eight, nigga

And before they come swervin' in my lane, Don make 'em hit the brakes, nigga

Pop out at night time like a raccoon where you stay, nigga

Five shots from a rusty-ass revolver, that's first 48, nigga

Got more flavors then a Kool-Aid man, I be like, "Oh yeah"

Tried to sign me for two hunnid grand, I'm like, "I need more bread"

I'm the hardest nigga outta Alabama, and these niggas know that

I be on go, pyoom, plus I do this shit all the time with my forehead

Call up your bitch just to give me more head

Then shoot my children On the top of her forehead

Then stick it back in her mouth, She like when I dog her, she don't even protest

Then I go hop in the shower, fire up some sour, leave me with no stress

Then I go bag up some powder

Put on my helmet then jugg off a moped

All these numbers keep callin', look at who callin', oh, this a class freak

"What's up HoneyKomb?" "You know I 'on't talk on these phones, pull up on the back street"

Ten mins later she got me rollin' down the window, "What you wanna ask me?"

She pull up her shirt and just flash me, like, "HoneyKomb when you gon' bag me?"

"And don't tell me you gon' fuck me tomorrow, 'cause you said that last week"

"I be wantin' to let you fuck me on camera, but you might blast me"

"Sure wish I could fuck wit you now, but I'm on a cash spree"

Plus, I'm in da car with my hitter, can't fit in this bitch, it ain't come with no backseat (skrrt)

I'm just ridin' ridin' 'round with nowhere to go to

And all these niggas keep dyin', shit got me watchin' the niggas I'm close to

Jealously, hate, the shit that I go through, I used to be broke too

I got off my ass and got me a bag and now I got power like Goku

I'm from a city where anything go, you heard of Mobile, nigga?

Thirteen paralyzed my own cousin, my grandma in tears, nigga

People kept callin' my phone like, "Komb you wrong, that ain't what it is, nigga"

Family first, nah, loyalty first, bitch, I'm a real nigga

And before I grow up and be a ho, I'll rather stay a lil' nigga

Remember when I robbed ZBD, took the wrong raw Kevin Hill, nigga

Uncle was tryin' to finesse me, thinkin' I'm green, I look like a dill pickle

That when I came off the hip, looked at his ass like that ain't no deal, nigga

Thirteen, seven-double-O-4, blatt I'm screamin' gang-gang-gang

If a nigga try and reach for my chain, that bitch go bang-bang-bang

I 'on't too tough fuck with these niggas, 'cause they be lame lame lame

I'm with the shits, I'm straight out the hood like some fish and some grits

I can't trust shit, 'cause most these niggas be six plus six

All the years that a nigga did in prison, I can't forget, nigga

Whole jail on lock down, 'cause Rico sent the hit, nigga

I had to sleep wit a knife, I had to watch my back while I piss, nigga

You ain't never had to stand in the line, just to take a shit, nigga

Bitch-nigga

Yeah

Ayy, man, this how the fuck I grew up, know what I'm sayin'? Like

I grew up, nigga, it wasn't all gravy but we had a whole lotta rice though (we whole lotta that)

You know what I'm sayin'?

Like, I ain't grow up 'round no whole lotta white folk

I grew up where it was gutter (gutter nigga)

Like niggas called out they blood brother and shit

Like niggas sellin' they mama that hard

You know what I'm sayin'?

We got that shit the hard way

Nigga, you gon' eat or you gon' starve, nigga

And that's just facts, nigga, know what I'm sayin'? Like

We really gotta get it how you live out this bitch, nigga

And- And I'm just tryna get it how I live

You know what I'm sayin'? In the yo

You know what I'm sayin'?

I do this rap shit to keep me out of trouble, you know what I'm sayin'?

Like I'm really street

On that

On daddy, how I murk some', boy

Yeah

What's up, nigga?

What the fuck goin' on?