50

This my young **** Pabb

I'ma get it, you can turn my headphones up on this one

Nah, I really gotta make these **** feel me

Whatever the words is, I said I believed her

And I don't wanna kill 'em, I'm protectin' my people

Wantin' to check up and keepin' my heater

Yeah, QRN

You know I was, you know I was born in this shit, not sworn in this shit

And I also got my heart torn in this shit

You'd think, I just guess that come with the street, like, look

Favor, turn me up

Oh, oh, look

Oh, oh, look

Ayo, Steery, cook it up

Aye, aye, aye check this out, I'm really just 'bout to tell 'em how I feel

50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts

I got the neck for 'bout an hour, told that bitch she had to go

Neiman Marcus in my closet, droppin' rackades on some clothes

I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these 'bows

I call up Peezy, where the lean at?

Weezy, where the beans at?

Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back

Yeah, I been goin' through some pain, but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s

I feel like Boosie, I been goin' through some pain, I gotta keep a pistol

Before you try to take my chain, you might wan' take a couple 5.56s

See, I been walkin' through the rain with fucked up J's, you know my lifestyle realer

Back and forth to youth detention

This for all the ones that doubted me, that thought I'd be a victim

Shoutout all the ones that shot at me 'cause I done got a million (Whoa)

This for all them trappers sellin' dope

Tryna run some racks up out a store

This for all them smackers, keep that pole

This for the ones who really stickin' to the code

I hope you get an appeal and come home

Get them checks, them dollar bills, fuck a ho

'Cause if you catch a couple years, they gon' go

They gon' treat you like you just another post

50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts

I got the neck for 'bout an hour, told that bitch she had to go

Neiman Marcus in my closet, droppin' rackades on some clothes

I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these 'bows

I call up Peezy, where the lean at?

Weezy, where the beans at?

Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back

Yeah, I been goin' through some pain, but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s

I feel like Boosie, I been goin' through some pain, I gotta keep my pistol

50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts

I got the neck for 'bout an hour, told that bitch she had to go

Neiman Marcus in my closet, droppin' rackades on some clothes

I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these 'bows

I bought a smoke with EBT just for a gram to get some groceries

I can't wait to get on BET to promote, we got 'bows of weed

Last thing 'fore I leave the stage, I'm screamin' out, "We smokin' V"

It's hard to stop the violence even though I'm ridin' with YB

GMG, shout out V, the realest **** on my team

Don't fuck with 49, but we be quick to rob you for your change

I done ran a forty-nine yards, fifty on a chain

Teddy at the seven where we crippin' just in New Orleans

Don't you worry 'bout what's in my double cups, I'm feelin' like I'm Lil Wayne

Promethazine or yellow Robitussin, straight codeine

Ballin' like I'm 'Melo, free my brother, filthy cocaine

Fuck the rap shit, on another level, trappin' in the dope game

50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts

I got the neck for 'bout an hour, told that bitch she had to go

Neiman Marcus in my closet, droppin' rackades on some clothes

I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these 'bows

I call up Peezy, where the lean at?

Weezy, where the beans at?

Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back

Yeah, I been goin' through some pain, but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s

I feel like Boosie, I been goin' through some pain, I gotta keep my pistol

50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts

I got the neck for 'bout an hour, told that bitch she had to go

Neiman Marcus in my closet, droppin' rackades on some clothes

I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these 'bows