S**t man, ni**a gotta go on the got down
Get the s**t straight when I got damn get out
Well s**t, this what`s really goin` down

Whassup my ni**a another day the same s**t?
Punk-ass C.O.`s on a ni**a dick
Got me up at three o`clock cookin` nappy grits
I`m a G from C.P. I can`t take the s**t

Tryin` to hold a ni**a down in this country ass town
I`m used to smokin` chronic movin` pounds
They got a ni**a on some, "Sir, yes sir, left right left"
Throw me in a hole if my ass outta step

They treat you like a motherf**kin` slave
Dope fiends, cryin` Jesus, swear they saved
Ni**az better get they game tight
`Cause these crackers tryin` to take a ni**a life and they rights

I`m surrounded by fake-ass crooks
They swear they kingpins but don`t have money on they books
I hear so many lies it make me sick
These ni**az called ballers sellin` dimes and licks

I can`t wait `til the day they let me go
So I can eat some steak and shrimp
Grab a mic, and bust a flow, I`m Audi 5 ni**a lights out
Hold it down on the streets until the day that I get out

I`m out man