Текст:
Hip hop ain't really did shit for me
Little bit of hell, little bail for the homies
Got a little green, bought a beam for the forty
Took more shots after fades than Kobe
After dark you go crazy
Police ain't scarin' shit, you ain't bred for this
I'm still in the hood, they make bread and dip
I'm not jumpin' ship, I might fuck your bitch