[Verse 1:]
Every morning I wake up I start my day off wrong
Firing up that kush before I even put my clothes on

Load my Glock 40 before I even wash my face
I do these types of things so I won't be a murder case
When I'm rollin' in my ride there be a look on my face so cold

Starin' at your $$# so hard
I can see straight through to your soul
ain't no tellin' when somebody tryin' to get me for my riches

I used to leave em' in stitches now I leave they $$# in ditches
I don't love (*##$es, I don't love ^!$$%s, I don't love nothing
it's gonna take my mama comin' back from the grave for me to love something

I let my temper get the best of me & I go off for no reason
This is the beginning of kickin' in your door season
I met a couple of ^!$$%s in jail

They were all screamin' they were real but Joseph was the only one I could feel
If you don't like it call the law
$#&@ you hoes I don't give a damn

I'll knock yo' (*##$ $$# out & that's the Type Of ^!$$% I Am.

[Hook:]

N.I.G.G.A. I'm a get drunk & smoke weed all day, that's the Type Of ^!$$% I Am.
N.I.G.G.A. I'm a get drunk & smoke weed all day, that's the Type Of ^!$$% I Am.
N.I.G.G.A. I'm a get drunk & smoke weed all day, that's the Type Of ^!$$% I Am.

N.I.G.G.A. Tell me who gon' $#&@ around with Joseph Wayne McVey.

[Verse 2:]

Alot of ^!$$%s mumble under there breath about what they gon' do
Runnin' up on Z-Ro The Crooked is what they won't do
Yeah I'm cool, calm & collective but I ain't got it all

that's why I go from how you doin' to $#&@ all y'all
My attitude is rude enough to be a crooked cop
But it ain't no red or blue lights flashin' on the top of my drop top

I'm a gangsta & I spit nuttin' but gangsta %#@!
that's comin' from a 5 deuce Hover gangsta Crip
Bangin' Street Military, Point Blank & Klondike

Kat the %#@! they were talkin' about I grew up just like that
My hood was full of thugs, money, guns & dope
Findin' my stomach full of liquor my lungs full of smoke

I had a pocket full of stones out there chasin' that money
And once I got it I'd be damn if somebody could take it from me
Run on up & I'm a dump until the trigger jam

Mutha$#&@er you better realize that's the Type Of ^!$$% I Am.

[Hook:]

N.I.G.G.A. I'm a get drunk & smoke weed all day, that's the Type Of ^!$$% I Am.
N.I.G.G.A. I'm a get drunk & smoke weed all day, that's the Type Of ^!$$% I Am.
N.I.G.G.A. I'm a get drunk & smoke weed all day, that's the Type Of ^!$$% I Am.

N.I.G.G.A. Tell me who gon' $#&@ around with Joseph Wayne McVey.

[Verse 3:]

The King Of The Ghetto ain't no punk mutha$#&@er
I'll open my hand & slap mutha$#&@er
Guess they shouldn't have been stupid $$# dumb mutha$#&@er

^!$$% don't piss me off unless you ready to run mutha$#&@er
And fellas just be runnin' off at the mouth like hoes
But in reality your faker than a foot with 4 big toes

But me I'm a shoot it up & shut it down straight like that
Keep blowin' combination's until you can't fight back
From the city where everybody go for broke

it's so crucial I can be murdered by one of my own loc's
Hell naw you can't roll with me I roll alone
ain't no use in callin' me either I can't seem to hear my phone

$#&@ the promoter 'cause he ain't tryin' to pay me what I'm worth
I'll run away with his deposit & there won't be a concert
Free Fairo my ^!$$% doing 50 aggravated in the slam

My criminal record show that's were the Type Of ^!$$% I Am.

[Hook:]

N.I.G.G.A. I'm a get drunk & smoke weed all day, that's the Type Of ^!$$% I Am.
N.I.G.G.A. I'm a get drunk & smoke weed all day, that's the Type Of ^!$$% I Am.
N.I.G.G.A. I'm a get drunk & smoke weed all day, that's the Type Of ^!$$% I Am.

N.I.G.G.A. Tell me who gon' $#&@ around with Joseph Wayne McVey.