... you might have seen me on the tube With your little son or daughter eyes glued to the screen But ain't it as bad as it seem Now could you imagine in your wildest dreams Comin from nothin making somethin out your wildest dreams Been hustlin since a pre-teen it must be in my genes Knot in my starter coat bout a g in my jeans It's the reason why the streets crowned me as the king And why robber crews don't mind seein me bling Man I'm a seven time felon how you bein with me? From running through house? and the caine fifty thousand? Scream my name and sing the same song that I spit flames on Broad shoulder body part they tattoo my name on Hey I think you muthafuckas got the game wrong I came to bring game to the game and turn the lame off Sucka niggas keep hatin' I'm a flame on Wherever there's a fire sire? sut to place the flame on?
Okay first things first Fuck what you think you know bout me You crack-pushin petty thief man that's so not me You heard the album read a magazine, oh I see Well I'll admit I've got a past I don't care to repeat But I ain't half as bad as niggas you comparin with me Rich or poor you still a nigga that's apparent to me But transition from the streets I know you'll rarely be seen That's duely noted, still your profilers embarassin me Got me under investigation because of my association With niggas I barely know by they faces ain't know relation I mean for pete sake, how much pressure from the police in each state can a young g take? I'm dyin to eat steak with a mil in each safe Got a crib with a gate so my kids can be safe Tryin to fly straight, these chances I take Could end a good night and ruin a nice day Hey you watchin? you goin see, you barkin up the wrong tree Just cause I'm a seven time felon ho-mie In addition to the lies snitches tellin on me I don't mean you can put the dope they were sellin on me