Lyrics:

[Hook]

You ain't gotta hold my hand and point me to the money

Keep it real with me, nigga, and you won't be disappointed

My brother caught an L and I still write him every month

He told me sell his guns and I've still got 'em in the trunk

I wonder why, I wonder why...

I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why...

I wanna shine just like the summertime

They say them folk gave him a heap of time

[Verse 1]

Nappy-headed nigga, pocket full of crack rock

Nineteen, livin' like a fuckin' rap star

Watchin' from my point, you thought it was a fuckin' ...

One day he buy the car, next day the fuckin' rims

Curly-headed bitches tall and they slim

They know I'm... but see, I know it's him

Never testify, I've seen it in his eyes

Attempted murder on his life in that 360, ah...

With my two eyes...

Two different pistols...

One that's registered and one to get your issues

I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why...

All this fame and fortune'll leave you traumatized

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Now I'm being followed some creepy-ass cracker...

Now I'm being followed some creepy-ass cracker...

Stand your ground, stand your ground!

Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground!

Got on my hoodie and my motherfuckin' Desert Eagle

You wanna do me, then you go and tell the people

Knock me down, temp drops as the sun rise

I can see a hustler in my son's eyes

I never knew that money'd bring so many enemies

Dreams come true, they dream of killin' me

But it's fuck 'em and I feed 'em to the fish

Them killers come and X you off the list

Now I'm being followed some creepy-ass cracker...

Now I'm being followed some creepy-ass cracker...

Stand your ground, stand your ground!

Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground!

[Hook]