Hook

Lookin in the mirror talkin to myself// You have control over you and not nobody//I got plenty haters they talk behind my back// But I just do this shit, Now run and tell em that// Tell em that, tell em that, I do this shit// Now run and tell em that, tell em that, tell em that// I do this shit now run and tell em that//

Verse I

Tell them boys I can't lose, Mayweather on fight night// Get plenty cake, easy bake,my wrist shine? Light bright//Got codeine in my ice tea, that ice hang on my white tee//Southside of my projects got white girl no Ice-T// So tell them haters I do this, tell the cops that they clueless// Top gunner like Hell Rell cause my niggas stay with them Rugers// We A-1 and we next up, haters salty they messed up// Need extra cheese on my damn bread, in that mustard coupe I tell them catch up// My Jamaican team say bless up! Connected homie like WiFi// Throw a peice sign when I ride by, coupe paint like Tye-dye// My goons be letting them things fly, pop up on them like "ta da"(surprise)// Make you stick up your hands high, make one move and you can die// I don't see nobody, rep PG and I'm down for the team// I don't need nobody, not near nigga that can vouch for me// Wanne be me probably, can't walk in my shoes I was raised in the streets// You could tell that I'm in my zone boy, go run tell that homeboy//

Verse II

Daydreaming bout money, riding round with my new tint// Could careless what you say about me cause the brokest n***as got two cents// ball hard cuz I could, watch KD on them floor seats// tell them boys that I'm good, that motor start with no door key//We NBA Never.Broke.Again yall goin hard with that D-league// H.O.T my co-d's, Edenwald my street team// Can't forget about PG, real n***as in the same gang// BK in another lane, dropped a couple bands on that damn chain// Tell them haters im boss, tell these rappers they off// Even when they think they ill they lost, cause every sickness has to run its course//I'm a stay trill that's word to the cross, for the lettuce I can get a n***a lost// I'm all about the bread I ain't worried bout the hoes, When they get stuck in between I floss// I don't see nobody, rep PG and I'm down for the team// I don't need nobody, not near nigga that can vouch for me// Wanne be me probably, can't walk in my shoes I was raised in the streets// You could tell that I'm in my zone boy, go run tell that homeboy/