They ain't giving this money but we put our gift in it
It's like we at a creek fishin' with no fish in it
I'mma put me in the game that's that; 'cause these labels pay attention to backpack rap. Uh, and my team is the truth
I can't rock with n*ggas that rock jeans in they boots
Because [?] gripped up, ready to blast; see y'all n*ggas creeping and know y'all n*ggas ain't ready for that
Shotties fly, bodies fly it's a lot of homicide; Leave and get left that's the code and the bottom line. Out of mind all that tough talk really out of line; Gotta grind until my name written on the dotted line