I got some habits most of 'em bad
Im trying to stop but they keep on comin' back
Smokin' on that kush sippin' on that 'gnac

Lives a (*##$ thats how you get her of ya back/
[Bun B]
Say I'm straight up out the streets

the hood know my name, they know my reputation
Im deep up in the game, now I dont roll with lames
I only rock with don's, to get that paper up and they hustle on

It deeper then the song, its realer then the hook
I really was a thug, I really was a crook
I seen the dope sell, I seen the crack cook

Herion shot up, and then I seen they lives took
I watched the judge throw the book and give my homie thirty
But I'm still on the block, still ridin' dirty

Guess I cant be nothin 'else but who i am,
Yeah my heads real bad but i don't give a damn/
(Hook)x2

[French Montana]
Convict whats happinin' young ^!$$% trapin it
Bumbin that GK before i was rappin it

now ^!$$% own ^!$$%, con be the captin it
100 rounds sound like reggaton when im clappin it
homie we in them streets like them yellow signs

Montana money longer then them yellow lines
(*##$es with the (*##$es, cuz ^!$$% everything a go
Crib so clean you can eat off tha floor ,

Dont talk money mean, dont talk back approach me funny
Hear that thang go clap, doing the same %#@! that got my partner 75
Dont ask me why im drinkin n' get high/