[Hook]
$#&@ them other ^!$$%s cause I'm down for my ^!$$%s
$#&@ them other ^!$$%s cause I'm down for my ^!$$%s

$#&@ them other ^!$$%s, I ride for my ^!$$%s
I die for my ^!$$%s, $#&@ them other ^!$$%s


[Verse 1]
$#&@ the world, I don't need a rubber
Tat to my face, I look like trouble

Bruh I got the plug like wires
$#&@ bad hoes and get blown like tires
When I was seventeen I ain't have no laws

%#@! I put a thousand grams in that Cobalt
%#@! I put a hundred jits in that ho jaw
Keep my ^!$$%s on my side like coleslaw

Got bars like jail
Write my ^!$$%s that's locked up, that's what I call a Gmail
Spit Hell, I was born in the bottom

Mama drank when she was pregnant, I was born on the bottle
Light one up for me, you know I'm on probation
I should of took the time but I was getting impatient

Life's a (*##$, $#&@ it, face it
The money keep calling, I'mma have a conversation
I just met a virgin, call that ho rookie

Bust the #~!!@ open like a fortune cookie
$#&@ you and the #~!!@ that you came from
On top of the beef like A1

I'm in the streets with death around the corner
$#&@ the police, R.I.P. Chris Dorner
Thinking 'bout the #~!!@ that I had last night

I had to drop in it, half-pipe
Know y'all ^!$$%s got me $#&@ed up
Put the gun to his grill, now he really slugged up

Uh, dread-head in a Crown-Vic'
All my ^!$$%s be rapping, that's what I call a sound clique
Uh, and I love my baby mama

Even though I hate that ho mama
I really feel like a man now
Real proud, I gave my mama her first grandchild

Uh, and I ain't change for nothing
^!$$% what I look like, Joe Budden?
My manager won't like that

But I don't give a $#&@, these ^!$$%s gon' have to fight back
Man $#&@ them ^!$$%s, ASAP
For my Florida ^!$$%s, we gon' get this payback

Young Triple 6 ^!$$%s get heat wave
Make a ho dip low, no not the DJ
And I keep the work in the dresser

$#&@ them other hipsters, I'm down for my heshers
If you ain't get the $#&@ing picture (gun shots)
(*##$ I die for my ^!$$%s


[Hook]