[Chorus: Mic Breeze]
I can tell that these n***as fronting for real
I don't give a fuck how they feel
Have an army when you stepping in [?]
You just talking, boy, I do this shit for real
I keep [?] everytime a n***a [?] she throw it back on me
And they be [?] talking 'bout that shit, just make believe
And you ain't really been through shit, that shit just make believe
And I don't really give a fuck about what they believe

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Fuck what they tink
They wasn't with me in my daydreams
When I was thinking 'bout how I could make it out the hood, by the time I was 18
Everybody clame they got shooters, that's [?] fairey tales
Rappers ain't really how they seem
They telling lies, I sware to God
I wasn't tryna rap, I was playing ball for the A-Team
Lil n***a tryna make cheese
Finessing n***as on the daily
I used to shuvvle snow and rake leaves
Young n***a strapped up
I wish you would try and take these
Where I'm from, you either hoop, rap or sell drugs
Back in the day, we used to throw 1's
Not too many n***as owned guns
So I keep mine, 'cause these n***as mad
That I went out and got my own budd
They see that I'm eating, these n***as hungry
And they ain't tryna show no love
But I'm ready
[Chorus: Mic Breeze]
I can tell that these n***as fronting for real
I don't give a fuck how they feel
Have an army when you stepping in [?]
You just talking, boy, I do this shit for real
I keep [?] everytime a n***a [?] she throw it back on me
And they be [?] talking 'bout that shit, just make believe
And you ain't really been through shit, that shit just make believe
And I don't really give a fuck about what they believe

[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
I remember days I ain't have shit to eat
But spaghetti-O's
Going to school wearing rags for clothes
But for some reason, I was happy though
I ain't care about that fashion shit
Hoes ain't let me hit, n***as telling jokes
Who laughing now?
Guess what goes around comes back around
Like a mary-go
I'm getting money and I'm passing hoes
Strapped up everywhere I go
'Cause I'm fresh as hell, you can tell I'm on
And they might be plotting, you will never know
Can't find a good girl these days
'CAuse they get around like the letter O
Went from recording them tapes, to hearing my songs on the radio
I hear them boys talking down on me
Say they on my head when they see me, right?
But they know I'm strapped, they just want attention
Better chill if they really wanna keep they life
N***as hating on me, they don't even know me
But it's good, 'cause they hated on Jesus Christ
They make believe, they ain't really cut how they make it seem
Don't believe the hype, they just [?]
[Chorus: Mic Breeze]
I can tell that these n***as fronting for real
I don't give a fuck how they feel
Have an army when you stepping in [?]
You just talking, boy, I do this shit for real
I keep [?] everytime a n***a [?] she throw it back on me
And they be [?] talking 'bout that shit, just make believe
And you ain't really been through shit, that shit just make believe
And I don't really give a fuck about what they believe