(feat. Lil Duval) Ain't no dick ridin, money makin killas here I'm gon keep on killin shit until a nigga get a mil Niggas talkin down, I ain't say that "Ey, hate the South" (? ) Come to the underground, you see those slaves walkin out Bricks, we supplyin them, birdwatchers, eyin them Haters, well we eyin them, the snitches, we retire them Ain't nobody fly as him, I'm picture perfect like HD Feeling Big homie, yeah, that be him Niggas try to copy, would that be them I swear I'm rollin all through their ears I'm so real when it come, this here My fans happy that a gangsta's here A real live trapper, these niggas ain't gangstas They wanna be best rapper, they likely never microphone (? ) When a real nigga tryna get grind on Nigga talk shit, gettin clapped up Get a chopper style like a audience You already know you ain't hard to hit Shown you fake, you outta here When it come to the streets, my heart is here On the stage, where you want me at? Look at arenas gettin packed Security, they ain't movin back Cause the cocaine, I spend that