I'm a stay 'hood 'til the day that I die

Yeah - 'til the day that I die

I'm a twist this w**d, my ni**a, let's get high

Yeah...

I said I'm a stay motherf**kin' 'hood 'til the day that I die

Phantom, ghost, no wheels, ni**a, that's just how I ride

I come from the hood where you don't testify

Take murder with no tears off in your f**kin' eyes

All my niggas ride, where I come from, ain't gon' feel ones, ni**a

F**k you thinkin'?

Have a f**k boy Pacquiao plankin'

'Til the loud got plain, too, drinkin'

50K for a show, no poppin'

Spit izzle to a dumb b**ch ears

Broke niggas can't talk like this

Rolex on my main b**ch wrist

Blood bottoms on a young ni**a boots

Looks like I just stomped a ni**a out

Get your man down, ni**a, lights out

Shoot at your a** with that mouthin' about

He ain't talk no more, what's happening?

Outside your mama house, what's crackin'?

Poppin' mollies like Tylenols and Aspirin

Geeked up, pull up, hyena laughin'

Them boys ain't real, stop actin' like us

In the squad, I bust, get cheese like crust

I'm the only motherf**ker that I really trust

In a bad b**ch's guts – always

Countin' money like always

Gettin' money from three-ways

I could never, ever see no rainy days

Hollygrove in this motherf**ker

I'm tired of all these big niggas

These motherf**kers like Robitussin

I'm rollin' up with my b**ch, ni**a

As a matter of fact, she roll it for me

Swisher Sweets, swish, ni**a

Hit that sh*t like an open jumper

Rest in peace Lil' Beezy

I wish my ni**a could see me now

Motherf**kers better king me

I'm a walk around wearin' Jesus' crown

These niggas just p**sy

I'm a let that chopper eat 'em out

Dead body in the bushes

Well that's a bush you don't beat around

Beat your a** with my skateboard

W**d loud like you make noise

I'm on them trees like Akon

My cellphone goin' napalm

Guns sound like bass drums

Young Money, drum section

Psycho... ward, ni**a - 1-7, Tunechi!