text: Rags to riches, nigga came from the bottom
  Hood rats, now a nigga fuckin on models
  Ridin in the foreign, remember ridin on MARTA
  Grind got harder and my mind got smarter
  I was gettin bags for the cheap
  When I aint had money, I was robbin, nigga
  I was gettin bags for the free
  21 Gang, they were right beside me
  And they still with me, nigga, Im on TV
  Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck em
  I cant go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
  Im too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
  Im too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover
  Niggas tryna clone a niggas shit, damn, woah
  Used to drive a hotbox, shit, Lambo
  Niggas want a handout, shit, mine broke
  I grinded for this shit, I grinded for this shit
  Cant change on my gang, niggas still here
  Kinda hard to change my ways cause the shit real
  Niggas rappin bout shit they aint even lived
  Niggas lyin, I can hear it in their ad-libs
  Im poppin Percocets, bitch, not Advil
  Its kinda fucked up what they did to Black, damn
  If I catch him in the trap, Ima whack him
  I catch that boy in traffic, nigga, Ima whack him
  Nigga, try to keep up with this fashion
  Makin sure my kids happy
  They dependent on their daddy
  Tryin not to let the streets distract me
  I know its bumps in the road like acne
  Had to sell dope, I couldnt be an athlete
  Im a solid young nigga, you can ask C
  The internet aint gon help you understand me
  Im a street nigga, yeah Im famous
  Im a rapper, nigga, and Im gangbangin
  Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin?
  Everybody get it with your nigga flamin
  All these chains on a nigga like Im stranglin
  Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then
  You knockoff gangbangers aint bangin
  In the hood everyday, Im hangin
  And I come through when the gang need
  And I wear shades so they cant see
  And I pay them lawyers and the bond fees
  Nigga one thousand, Im beyond G
  I put my main bitch inside Givenchy
  Niggas still askin, Can you front me?
  My old ho sayin, Boy you growed up
  Promethazine, it got a nigga slowed up
  Too solid, pussy niggas cant disclose us
  Went and seen Eliantte, and he froze us
  Im too street to walk around with my nose up
  Especially to the niggas knew me fore I blowed up
  Savage Mode drop, now my pricell go up
  Streets cold, nigga, they aint showin no love
  Niggas get in front of judge and they fold up
  Face shot, hit that boy with the whole dub
  Im a street nigga, yeah Im famous
  Im a rapper, nigga, and Im gangbangin
  Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin?
  Everybody get it with your nigga flamin
  All these chains on a nigga like Im stranglin
  Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then
  You knockoff gangbangers aint bangin
  In the hood everyday, Im hangin
  Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck em
  I cant go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
  Im too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
  Im too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover