[Chorus: OTB Fastlane]
I know how it feel to be fucked up, it don't feel good
I know how to feel to lose it all, and it don't feel good
You say you wanna be rich, dawg, get on your grind, you still do it
[?] sold crack, trapping [?] still do it
Swang, and I swang to the left
Watch me swang
[?] my trunk [?]
I still do it
Swang, and I swang to the left
[?] my trunk [?]
I still do it

[Verse 1: Lil' Keke]
Real n***a came from nothing, I'm used to it
I ain't mad 'bout my guilty past, I still do it
The slab right in front of the driveway, Sunday evening
Remember being so fucked up, they kept leaving
Leather soft, top pealed off, the moader [?]
Pull up on the set of them [?] any season
The don, I just killing them people, know they greeving
I ball for when I lost it all, so that's thе reason
[?] n***as [?] large amount
'Cause I know how it feel with a million to count
Candy looking likе some transmition fluid
Summertime coming around, I still do it
[Chorus: OTB Fastlane]
I know how it feel to be fucked up, it don't feel good
I know how to feel to lose it all, and it don't feel good
You say you wanna be rich, dawg, get on your grind, you still do it
[?] sold crack, trapping [?] still do it
Swang, and I swang to the left
Watch me swang
[?] my trunk [?]
I still do it
Swang, and I swang to the left
[?] my trunk [?]
I still do it

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
Raised on that north, so I'm a natural born hustler
Survived outside, everybody tryna bust ya
Can't be a south busta, they'll run through you fast
Ain't nobody give a shit, gotta get up off your ass
Mom and dad homes, only seen that shit on TV
Mama working 12 hours a day, man, she need me
Sold weed, sold drank, started selling CD's
Always need mine, can't aford to do the freebee's
Thugger always keep it G, low key stacking
One deep for the pack, looking for some action

[Verse 3: Killa Kyleon]
I was down bad, it ain't feel good
Now I'm up, doing real good
My kids straight, my mama too and my bills good
Took rich just to get rewarded, let me thank the hood that I live good
God too, he got me counting blessings, let me thank him that I'm still good
On 15's when I step up, shooter with me like Steph, yep
Pop trunk [?]
I'm a real hustler, that's self help
[?] my pockets full, only thing is I need my belt help
I done been broke, seen hard times, I ain't seen jesus or felt death
[?] ain't going back, so I'm still grinding like I just left
Cuban [?] to the bank [?] hundred million dollars my next step
To my last breath, I'ma get it, n***a