[Hook]
Man them young n*ggas killing bout nothing
Show up at the spot with the choppers like nothing

Full fifty shots, clear the block like nothing
If you made it from the bottom to the top like nothing
You don't owe a n*gga nothing

Nothing, nothing, nothing...
You don't owe a n*gga nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing...

You don't owe a n*gga

[Verse 1]

Put your cups in the air, I'd like to make a toast
In case it goes down, yeah you know I got my toast
And when you really from the streets that's when they hate you most

And when you really got it then that's when they hate you close
Knew him back in the day when we was gettin' money
Now every time I see the n*gga he be actin' funny

Don't you n*ggas see it? I'm a little pressed for time
Wanna talk about the past, told 'em press rewind
And I ain't feelin' what you sayin' ho, you out of place

I have you feeling what I'm sprayin' yeah it's on my waist
I'm trying to chill, smoke a couple with my lady friends
So they can meet me at the telly in the latest Benz


[Hook]


[Verse 2]
N*gga you see me getting mine, you better get yours
Are you the one doing the serving or you gettin' served?

Or you the one doing the jackin', or you gettin' jacked
Or you the one that's goin' hard or you fallin' back
And I don't believe in falling back, b*tch I'm goin' hard

They wanna see me f*cked up, man I swear to God
They praying that I fail, I'm praying that I rise
I guess the hating didn't work so now they tellin' lies

Oh he ain't did this, and he ain't did that
Boy keep it real wit' ya self, you know he lived that
You ain't real, you don't give em what they asking for

Such a real n*gga, what the f*ck you askin' fo'

[Hook]


[Verse 3]
And you don't even know a n*gga, what you hating for?

And I ain't going nowhere so what you waiting for?
Beat the street, this rap %#@! cake and ice cream
F*ck the selling words, b*tch I sold ice cream

From the bottom to the top, that's a nice dream
How you make it out young? I had a nice scheme
And I don't owe a n*gga %#@!, better get it right

Just know a n*gga stayed down each and every night
Hands on, yeah I broke down my own things
Hands on, yeah I counted up my own chains

Fifties over here, twenties over there
You know the rest, n*gga, fives and singles everywhere


[Hook]