Hook:
Still the same young nigga that everybody know
Never change for the fame never change for no hoe
And I'm still getting money, I ain't never going broke
And right now I ride foreign, don't ride Honda no mo
And my old bitch told me she don't love me no mo
Cause I fucked her best friend, it ain't my fault she was a hoe
I'm that nigga with the plan that everybody know
I'm a star, but I'm hood, so I still tote the pole
Verse 1:
(?) and I still up the pole
He a pillow talking nigga, have you feel for them holes
Bullets flying, drive-byes have you filled with them holes
Lil nigga sign a deal and I'm still kicking doors
Stripper bitches blowing kisses I'm a male gigolo
Hit the mall with my dogs and we buy all the clothes
Me and JJ whipping J and we still by the stove
Pussy nigga say he with it he still get exposed
Selling white dead knight, I got blow for your nose
Pass out to the fiend, heroin sawbuck glow
I be fetch and I be swagging in platinum and gold
Catch you lacking with this ratchet Marry Jane you get smoked
Hook
Verse 2:
Still on that gang shit, still throwing up them fo's
Bet you play 187, they gone start to win both
Put that bread on your head, get you gone for a low
Stomp a nigga ass out in some new Louie loafers
Close-range face shot blood on my new Louie coat
Selling p's overseas get that shit off the boat
You get duck taped, red taped, on my block you get smoked
I wish a nigga tried me uh I feel like Dej loaf
Wartime we bring them straps out
You get on that young shit and then we act out
I tell JJ bring that mac out
And if you try to run we blow your back out
Hook
Still the same young nigga that everybody know
Never change for the fame never change for no hoe
And I'm still getting money, I ain't never going broke
And right now I ride foreign, don't ride Honda no mo
And my old bitch told me she don't love me no mo
Cause I fucked her best friend, it ain't my fault she was a hoe
I'm that nigga with the plan that everybody know
I'm a star, but I'm hood, so I still tote the pole
Verse 1:
(?) and I still up the pole
He a pillow talking nigga, have you feel for them holes
Bullets flying, drive-byes have you filled with them holes
Lil nigga sign a deal and I'm still kicking doors
Stripper bitches blowing kisses I'm a male gigolo
Hit the mall with my dogs and we buy all the clothes
Me and JJ whipping J and we still by the stove
Pussy nigga say he with it he still get exposed
Selling white dead knight, I got blow for your nose
Pass out to the fiend, heroin sawbuck glow
I be fetch and I be swagging in platinum and gold
Catch you lacking with this ratchet Marry Jane you get smoked
Hook
Verse 2:
Still on that gang shit, still throwing up them fo's
Bet you play 187, they gone start to win both
Put that bread on your head, get you gone for a low
Stomp a nigga ass out in some new Louie loafers
Close-range face shot blood on my new Louie coat
Selling p's overseas get that shit off the boat
You get duck taped, red taped, on my block you get smoked
I wish a nigga tried me uh I feel like Dej loaf
Wartime we bring them straps out
You get on that young shit and then we act out
I tell JJ bring that mac out
And if you try to run we blow your back out
Hook
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