You know any given time Kimmy could pop out
Everytime I see these chicks they quick to cop out
I G’d up these hoes, thinkin’ that they got clout
Get’cho ass back in that house, we got No Limit tanks
Master P dropped that shit off last night, we pullin’ rank
Never talk when gangstas talk unless you ’bout that action
My track record’ll tell you bitches I ain’t just rappin’
This Dior coat is the only one, so you can’t jack it
I’m a masterpiece, wrapped me on his arm like a bust-down Patek
Niggas flexin’ on the ‘Gram, but they be broke
Smokin’ on ’em blunts, but don’t want no smoke
Never count so much right now, my paper’s stackin’ up
I’m in my Louis bag, you hoes could pack it up
Ya’ll both got [?] and you out, it ain’t adding up
But you say you keep it gangsta, nigga that’s cap or what
Big and Pac’d be alive right now if you niggas ain’t gassed shit up
If I knew who did it, I’d personally wrap their caskets up
I’ma keep Frank name alive, my nigga ain’t die for nothin’
Got shooters out in Brooklyn ready to die for nothin’
These rats runnin’ around in this jungle, down for nothin’
Be careful we got apes out here, bitch you lyin’ for nothin’ Play this song
Niggas call me Blanco like the mob out here
We overseas, they like “How you get them Glocks out here?”
I got killas in different countries, you know squad out here
Feed a lot of wolves, watch it how you talk out here
“Fuck Lil’ Kim” – that’s all I hear is people talkin’ evil
“Fuck Lil’ Kim” – if you say that then bitch I better not see you
“Fuck Lil’ Kim” – bitch watch your mouth before they can’t ID you
Laid up in ICU where nobody can’t come see you
Why these bitches think they safe because I’m not out?

[Verse 1: Mozzy]
That nigga told, he been rockin’ wit the rollers
Chain gang slimey bitch Rocky Balboa
I be on dope bitch fell into a coma
Really from the four’s had to get it off the corner
[?] and them smokers on the porch playing poker
Fo’ nick hefty, too bulky for a holster
There’s all type’s of bitches on my Motorolla
We pulling out the corner store wit hella baking soda
Another cold summer I ain’t seen a summer colder
Gang enhancement charges when them people roll up on us
They throw the hold up on us plus they boosting up the bail
The crime rate quiet all the shooters in the cell
It’s Hell Gang bitch i’m going straight to hell
Just made it harder for yourself it ain’t no way that I could tell
It’s either a maney jumpshot or hit the NFL
We fucked his career off he got possession’s for them sales

[Hook: Lex Aura]
One day i’ll be balling, yeah
I’m outside by the corner
I’m trynna get this money, yeah
I just flipped another quarter
Started off in a stolo, yeah
Now I’m sliding in a foreign
Touchdown city solo, yeah
From the bottom I’m scorin

[Verse 2: Lil Blood]
Blood!
Started off buying plug, ten for forty
Outside me and Dirt he was carrying the 40
[?] industry barkin rolled coke on the third
Trynna touch these five racks from the first to the third
Crack dreams bitch what you know bout cookin
Instagram flippin black gate we juggin’
Got whatever you need, just bring your lighter
Been out here all day and I’m pulling an all nighter
Pants dirty, black hoody I’m on a mission
Fuck these bitches, gotta get it I’m chasin chicken
Boiling water, add the soda watch it rise up
And Scrr, Scrr, Scrr, when I scrape the sides up
Nose dirty, snortin coke from all my zippers
Real pimpin, need dough from all my bitches
Nigga I was sellin coke to my own father
If I ain’t sell it to him he would buy it from my partner
Blood!

[Hook]
One day i’ll be balling, yeah
I’m outside by the corner
I’m trynna get this money, yeah
I just flipped another quarter
Started off in a stolo, yeah
Now I’m sliding in a foreign
Touchdown city solo, yeah
From the bottom I’m scorin

[Verse 3: Slim 400]
Pigs hit the block my real ones went to jail
Ain’t no money to post bail so they sittin in cells
My youngins shootin at civilians
I ain’t wit killin children
But it’s bracken blood it’s day to day
You caught at the gas station now a 40 in your face
Now who callin who phone, hut, 48
I’m the first to line up, I ain’t a second late
Slid off on some real shit
Real niggas feel this
I see you endin up in the ICU
Hitta’s know I rock wit the Hell Gang, and free my nigga Truth
It be the solid ones that go first, and the snitchin is bool
I bleed the [?] bag for bag, misleading these hoes
Still gettin it out the gutter and it’s me and my bros
I don’t claim to be, I’m in these streets, put it on P’s
Free real niggas, so fuck you industry niggas

[Hook]
One day i’ll be balling, yeah
I’m outside by the corner
I’m trynna get this money, yeah
I just flipped another quarter
Started off in a stolo, yeah
Now I’m sliding in a foreign
Touchdown city solo, yeah
From the bottom I’m scorin