(feat. Daisey)
[Yukmouth: one long verse]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
October 18th ’74, the year I was born
A young n**** ready for war
It’s in my blood to get the ‘fetty for sure
I was cursed since birth to get the patties slanging f**gats are raw
And I’m the advocate, crackhead, in ’86 we started having s***
Rock it and cook it to cut the baggin’ is, when crack-ages
For my cousin, making twenty off a note
But I refused to go broke; my whole family slang dope
And my big sister was a little richer cuz she always f***** around with the big pushers
I watched n***** break keys in sinks with jackhammers and ginsus
Throw me money for tennis shoes
I been a dude since high school with latest clothes and them jewels
Had me paper chasing, I didn’t finish school
I bought a quarter ounce in the ooze
Got a crew, hit the block, start hustling like the real n***** do
I’m walking in the shoes of Phoenix Mitchell
And Little D, I’m balling n***** from my projects I listened to
I keep it real with my interviews
I was broke as f*** and sleeping on the floor in the village dude
I’m just a wise G, why chronic D, smoking finer weed
Thick as quarter peak I build a dynasty?
So a pistol whip and rob n*****
What goes around, comes around cuz I end up getting shot n****
But got love not, my hope don’t stop, I pop bubbly
Like the whole block locked, I live lovely
And my father was a black gorilla family crack dealer
with the house on ‘Icula, made scratch for realla
That’s why I say it’s in my blood cuz my father was a thug
With the Columbian blood, flood the block with drugs n****!
We slang lots of coca with glocks up in the hosta’
La Costra Nostra n****!