♫ Intro: C#m (It's something in me) C#m Let's get it C#m (It's something in me) C#m Let us get that C#m (C Sick) C#m We with that C#m Yeah, yeah, uh huh, uh huh C#m I'm rappin', this real rap C#m Uh
♫ Verse: C#m I could've been had features I wan' with that C#m I was in the streets, tryna get my get back (Fuck nigga) C#m Niggas sittin' on benches now, but I had played the bleachers C#m Niggas tried to flex for hoes, but I had had them sneakers (Been had them) C#m I was in the trenches with my glick, with a stick (Big thirty) C#m Same bitches act like I wan' shit, suck my dick (Bitch) C#m All the lit bitches come around, now I'm rich C#m But I don't give a fuck 'bout shit now I'm rich (Rich as shit) C#m Gotta watch out for my homies, now I feel likе Mitch C#m I don't conversate with niggas, they might feel likе snitchin' C#m I be on to all you niggas, guess I feel like Ace C#m 'cept for niggas gon' get shot right in they face (Baow) C#m I like starin' at my place I'm out of place C#m Catch me crusin' in the Lamb' or I'm outer space (Rolls) C#m Niggas been hoes, he tryna get chose C#m Niggas been hoes, they just ain't been exposed C#m Ain't in nigga's business, don't be sniffin' with my nose (Nah) C#m Don't like nigga's energy I'm chillin' with my bros (Gang) C#m I live in LA, but don't playin' with my nose C#m Think I still live in Chiraq 'cause I be stayin' with my pole (I got that) ♫ Chorus: C#m I'ma blow that, fasho that (Fasho) C#m I know how to tuck a thirty, don't show that (Don't show it) C#m Rich as fuck but I'm still Herbie, you know that (You know that) C#m I got children, turned to a gremlin, no Kodak (Uh) ♫ Verse: C#m Still quick to do a nigga dirty, you know that C#m Sitcks and stones probably break my bones, but ain't never let a word, you know that C#m Quick to hop up in that foreign Swerv', you know that C#m I got cake, my brother got some cake, so we merge C#m Folks in that straight take off on the Jakes, so we heard (Skrtt) C#m Ain't leave a trace, snub thirty eight, so we heard (So we heard) C#m A lot of you niggas born in the trenches, but be nerds (What) C#m I got some killers that'll kill the killers from the 'burbs (From the 'burbs) C#m So don't judge books C#m We got thugs shook C#m That's my cous' look (Look at 'em) C#m Got you niggas shook still, blow that fire, know how that feel C#m Niggas die, know how that feel (Know how that feel), but don't look at me get killed (Pussy) C#m Real niggas with that's gon' kill for me I don't got to kill C#m I got more M's than yo' deal worth, don't got a deal ('Fore I had a deal) C#m Anytime I sign a deal they don't own none (Shit) C#m And I be clutchin' on that steel feel like you on to somethin' ♫ Chorus: C#m But I'ma blow that, fasho that C#m I know how to tuck a thirty, don't show that C#m Rich as fuck but I'm still Herbie, you know that C#m I got children, turned to a gremlin, no Kodak