Lyrics:

Ugh, zee**lf****lf**I got wakin haze, my customer''s hoes sleep with me**lf**We have small beef, I still sell em o''s for three fifty**lf**They known when big beef, I''ll pop 100 times**lf**Be like road kill, I live niggas brains on 189**lf**And my down bitches, they be ready to kill**lf**I be like chill, they be like ''Thats my nigga fo'' real.''**lf****lf**That''s my nigga fo'' real**lf**That''s my nigga fo'' real**lf**That''s my nigga fo'' real**lf****lf**I don''t give a fuck if we don''t sell a record**lf**We still gunna get this money in the bricks**lf**Spill it, Zee**lf****lf**I''m like santa clause, I deliver niggas grams raw**lf**Straight from Panama, they eat it up like Hannibal**lf**And my dons, they appear like magic wands**lf**I sell em to the crack of dawn, and destroy every track I''m on**lf****lf**Plus i have a clan packed in the back of vans**lf**More raw than the taliban, murk you for a half a gram**lf**I get B-Boy a truck, yo truck in the river**lf**Fuck some doe, he be like ''Thats my nigga fo real.''**lf****lf**That''s my nigga fo'' real**lf**That''s my nigga fo'' real**lf**That''s my nigga fo'' real**lf****lf**Scarecrow what, im trying to walk before I crawl**lf**I want it all, ever since I came outta my mommas walls**lf**Im trying to make so much dough when I write a song**lf**I can vite em all, while ya''ll click on the corner selling final calls**lf****lf**Niggas mad at us, gladiators like maximus**lf**We fabolous, while you fall off like cannabis''s managers**lf**My man D, you keep the Nina pillin**lf**Zee, point a mine and watch em soak em like Sarina Williams**lf****lf**That''s my nigga fo'' real**lf**That''s my nigga fo'' real**lf**That''s my nigga fo'' real**lf****lf**Zee need buddha, E user**lf**Be freelookers spittin from our PT Cruisers**lf**My tank dont drop, i still got dough to make **lf**Got little niggas on rollerskates, holdin my coke and weight**lf****lf**Blow paper, hole chaser, doe raiser, joe frasier**lf**Sixteen cellys and 4 pagers**lf**Go hype up your squad that they might fuck with ours**lf**I just light up cigars, go buy bikes, trucks and cars**lf****lf**Got axe n nitty in atlanta deep**lf**Ran the street, 10 grand a week**lf**I give ''em one word, dont put ya man to sleep**lf**And i love my jersey live bitches**lf**They leave a nigga, face with 35 stitches**lf**They''ll help me, cinder blocks and pushin kids so deep in the ocean**lf**They see where octopusses live**lf**This label deal is for raws pacin chill**lf**I know mad heads, but still**lf****lf**That''s my nigga fo'' real**lf**That''s my nigga fo'' real**lf**That''s my nigga fo'' real**lf****lf**Yeah what**lf****lf**Bricks