Intro

(Good luck at the game, Swish)

Product of my environment, they tell me not to promote violence

You could take me out the hood, can't take that thug shit out me

Motherfuck a record deal, leave me in the trenches where you fould me

I'm a real street ****, I don't need a rap **** to cosign me

I'm thuggin' forever, forever mafia family

When the feds indicted me, you know I kept my mouth silent

You fake-ass steppers, real **** don't speak on bodies

I feel like Master P in the '90s, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it

I'm a paper chaser, I got my block on fire

Remainin' a G until the moment I expire

Fuck ****, don't get bitch-slapped, then hog-tied

I'm screamin' 1900, you is not one of the guys

Like a **** shirt wrinkled, I'll hit him with that iron

Interstate 95, got the pedal to the ground

I don't want you crab, leechin'-ass **** nowhere 'round

****, this the intro, it's up there, ain't comin' down

****, this the intro, it's up there, ain't comin' down

****, this the intro, it's up there, ain't comin' down

****, this the intro, it's up there, ain't comin' down