[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]Been that nigga since I was conceivedNo bitch trace in my genes, my mama was a GKnown to keep a pistol tucked in my dungareesAnd if a nigga try it, he gon' have to murder meOn my mamaBlock hotter than RwandaStashing packs in my sister's HondaI know they heard that we servingBut if they search they won't find themOut here grindingWith a purpose, posted up like Andrew BynumOn the blockRay Allen with these shots (pop-pop)Put a nigga in a boxDump the GlockWhere was you at? I forgotNo pistol, no caseGet out the next dayFinessing that ye'I'm like James with that rockPut holes in his feet, now he walking with ChristDon't talk to these niggas, don't talk to these copsNo love for these hoesI'm chasing this doughGet miles with that hooptie and then to a dropUhhh, snitches don't live where I come fromPussy niggas get fucked if they want someI'm tryna get my mama out the fucking slumsSo I ain't bout to settle for no fucking crumbs[Refrain: Joey Fatts]Bible on the bedPistol on the floorPolice on our headLandlord at the doorLot of nights we wasn't fedBred for the warSo I ain't settling for shitTell that bitch I need more (x3)Lot of nights we wasn't fedWe was bred for the war[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]I'm from the place where the fucking police can't goUhh, started from the bottom, can't reach that lowUhh, we getting dollars out a bitch, better teach that hoUhh, whipping up the ice cream with some sweet yeyoMy neighbor's all on that glass dickTryna get high as that last hitGot me out here selling this crack shitCould've been a motherfucking draft pickLike first round, jail-boundNiggas get crossed out, nailed downMotherfuckers want a get a fade with me?Freddie Kane go the whole 12 roundsOn my Mayweather shitNigga tryna get Mayweather richFG might break a hoBut won't make a hoBut I'll let you take care of the bitch'Fore you crack that Hen', bless the fifthCan't a motherfucker live that test the cliqueShout out to my (?)Motherfuck the policeNigga, we ain't scared of shitWhat it be like?[Refrain]
