(Intro)
You know, everybody has a story
(True, True)
Let me tell you a lil story about this guy
Goes by the name um...2z?
(2z?)
Yeah, yeah that's it 2z!
(What kind of f*cking name is 2z?)
A lot of mother f*ckers hate this guy, I mean a lot!
(Verse 1)
Mama can I get them new Jordan 4’s?
p*ssin me off she kept tellin me no
So I went got all that sh*t on my own
I was only 15 but I thought I was grown
I was 15 f*ckin b*tches in college
Go to they dorms then go through the wallet
Circle got smaller cuz n*ggas wasn't solid
You only they dog when they hand in yo pockets
You n*ggas changin on gang for the pus*y
You gotta give us some brain for the pus*y
Tired of n*ggas tryin take me for pus*y
We do not hang with lames or pussies
Half of my muhf*ckin family was addicts
Half of my muhf*ckin partners was trappin
My momma didn't raise up a b*tch so what’s happenin
b*tch i'm from Dallas I ball like a Maverick
Looked at my momma and lil sister face
I promise I can't let em down
I looked my n*ggas in all of they faces
I told em we ain't backin down
Cuz once we get up there I promise you n*gga
It ain't no coming back down
Im sorry your honor i'm telling the truth
I wasn't even in town
Roll up the gas and bag up the regional
Watch how I tax it like i'm Uncle Sam
How you gon hate me you still buying grams
Goofy ass n*gga I smoke out a pound
My brothers keeper I promise I am
We always fightin like Martin and Pam
Flip through that money I love how it sound
That pus*y go * I love how it sound
Okay you go and do this, well imma go and do that
Texas we been on that drank, now everybody sip ac
Half of these industry n*ggas is b*tches
I call these n*ggas some brats
You only hurt if i’m tellin the truth, n*gga this straight facts
n*gga this straight gas, i’m countin straight cash
Yeah yo music straight my n*gga
I mean't to say straight ass
Just picked up a freak hoe, had to go get my rocks off
She told me feet ugly, I still f*ck with my socks off
I don’t care what these hoes think
I don't care what these n*ggas think
I smoke me a raw cone, I pour me a raw drink
Fore you run is this trap house, n*gga you better rethink
Yeah im on some mob sh*t, throw his ass in the fish tank