Let a n***a try me (try me)
Put a hundred on his head thats a maserati
See me getting money wanna stand beside me
Bitch i ain't got no friends all i got is family
Be a episode of Martin if you n***as try me
Bruh man do you win or do you grimy
Or have my bitch Pam waiting in your lobby
You know she go hard she sleep with the Tommy
My little n***a Cole do this for a hobby
I tell him big Shirley that's a heavy body
All you n***as hoes, you don't petrify me
If we can't get to you, we hittin everybody
Let a n***a try me, try me
Bitch we servin' cake, come and get a nine piece
Yeah I keep my old dawg right beside me
N***as front like they a menace, then they turn to Chauncey

[Verse 1]

Uh, speaking a Chauncey I run the bill up
Once I'm in my groove, you screwed, that's a Philip's
Hell yeah, I got up, and I'm still up
Pop enough Belaire to wake Uncle Phil up
Weak n***as loud but the strong quiet
My n***as knock off pounds like LeBron's diet
Ballin since doe or die was the anthem
Movin piles, runnin' suicides in the Phantom
Fuck it, I think the 'Rari more sick
Squares about to push my button like Atari joy stick
I go range on the weekend, cease like a wheat thin
Faded ???
N***as fucked up the game when they let you geeks in
I should crossover cause all you n***as is reachin
Like these bitches want yo time first
I tell a ho you can keep your pussy, what's yo mind worth
All these n***as wanna shine first
N***as want the top but nobody wanna climb first
Uh, I just multiply on these bastards
N***as live in a box, you ain't gotta buy 'em a casket
Comin' from my hood it ain't very fun
How n***as get old fast but get buried young
And your city don't wanna see you fly
I rep us bitch, not me or I
When the crown equals my G ride
Play ball or part three, that's Douglas Projects, Eastside
Fans like the more they see, I dropped the mixtape G-5
Six years later, got another deal, now a n***a fly G-5
Hit a coach up, get 'em in the game
Finna post up, pivot in the lane
N***as insane, I just get to this change
You fix your mouth just to say that ridiculous shit like a bitch, I eventually aim
Mention my name, ain't no bitch in my name
Look at me n***a I figure you'd be inspired by all these riches and fame
Name in the bright lights but y'all ain't get the hype right
Bitch I'm every where but in the lame n***as eye sight
Or in a bitch n***as arm reach
Yeah me and ya bitch n***a we in Palm Beach
I got you cut from your girl in advance
But why would I give a fuck if the worlds in my hands
Grippin the steering wheel of the rafe
She said a girl chill at her place
I said we can all ride baby, you know you need a third wheel when you race
Homie, I know these loud n***as might hype you
But I'll put a period on your life cycle
Period. You a light cycle
N***as spot you at the pad and they might wipe you
Bitch n***a adjust your volume
And save that tough talk for your album
[Hook]