They said I fell off, my benz was on the repo truck
Around the same time niggas spot start gettin' stuck
I say 'I ain't know none about nothing'
I'm on the low, niggers really know me for stuntin'
I pull through on low pros, wrapped around deep dishes
That crack money handsom, your bitch blowin' me kisses
You need to check her if you think she could be the misses, damn
I'm starting think you can't trust nobody
I hold my own strap, they ain't gotta hold that for me
And slide by my baby momma crib with the mac homie'
My sister's cousin in a car crash died
She said 'don't drink and drive', I say 'just drink, don't drive'
I had a morphine dream I got heroine ambitions
I see money cooking in that coffee pot in the kitchen
When I say I'm straight, I mean I'm straight
Once the razor hit the plate I double up the cake (heyy)
I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker [x2]