This trap hard  it's on fire Beat around nigga like
A busy bee player I won my hood  no marathon
Took out for a minute  now I'm back on Them base
Bigger  my dreads longer My niggas realer
My weed stronger Smoking that pack  that body builder
Money talks  I don't f**k with you You can't dress
You ain't got swag You a walking label  you a
Signed artist Got my own label  f**k these niggas
With their middle finger  I'mma die reaching
I'm a gang banger so it's f**k what critics say
I'm talking money  I keep wanting K Don't make me
Transform to my old ways Keep black diamonds on me
Like OJ I'm turnt up of no drugs You turned down
You get no love Love is in the G so I'm in the crowd
Acting wild  they all know I go hard Bitch
I'm death the child One phone call to them killers
At you That is speed dial  I was visiting at the
Same time Joey beat his murder trial RIP to Call

That's a fallen soldier Still collecting opinions
I'm a humble nigga Never joined forces  make my
Own way I keep K  no birthday  f**k her all day
Competition  I eliminate Follow street laws
Don't litigate  I delegate  you follow
I own my own shit  you borrow Last nigga try to
Rob me got shot  Never seen before a half a mil'
That's real shit Big Homie Flock Squad