I done seen my brother turn a bankroll into some shit
I told that boy to watch his mouth, he better watch his lip
And you can't walk a mile in my shoes, cause you don't fit
Yeah, sticks and stones could break the bones, but boy, I'm from the bricks
Yeah, cause you ain't seen no hard knocks
I'm David with these new rocks
Yeah, she still pumpin' Tupac, it's a Rollie, not no G-Shock
And my lil' bro from Mexico, all he fuckin' talk is guap
Makin' money, cause I just listen, I don't fuckin' talk
He said, how much money do you make? I said, yeah, it varies, bruh
You ain't got to be a hero, you get capped in America
I bust that bitch so many times, damn, my hand went fuckin' numb
Fifty rounds of makin' music, knew I'd always love a drum
That lil' bitch a joker, man, the way she always play a trick
Blew his whole house down, man, I knew that that shit made of sticks
Never claimed to be a wolf, but always claimed to hate the pigs
Can't bring the strap up in the function, always love to use my fist, yeah
So what the fuck's she yappin' bout
I just served a junkie, man, I love the beef, I'm in and out
Took her ass out to the bay, I love how she been around
Cops bout to raid the place, I swear to God, I'm heading out
Yeah, I done seen my brother turn a bankroll into some shit
I told that boy to watch his mouth, he better watch his lip
And you can't walk a mile in my shoes, cause they don't fit
Ya sticks and stones can break some bones, but boy, I'm from the bricks
Yeah, you ain't toastin shit, we done know you got no bread
Yeah, she was hatin' on me, now she tryna give me head
Yeah, all my money blue, I been thinkin' it's depressed
I took one puff off the roach, then I said, you got the rest
Yeah, I don't try a bitch, yeah, I can't wife a bitch
Yeah, she could go to jail, I swear to God, won't write the bitch
Yeah, that bitch is hella ugly, on the way, I'll hide the bitch
Yeah, I got hella money, I don't got time to find a bitch
Where you at? Come on out and play, I wanna play a game
On the road, I got my brothers waitin, you better choose your lane
And all my people in the east, so I'm screamin' EBK
I'ma crop him out the picture, man, he can't fit in the frame
Yeah, I'ma beat his ass, me losin' ain't no way
Y'all gon' find him on the ground and then think it's your lucky day
He tryna say that he around, I don't care about where you stay
I made so much fuckin' bread, these bitches love the way I bake