Lyrics: Darren Wright
Music: Darren Wright
[Intro]
Glone, they ain't ready for this one
Bibby squad
Stain gain
We stain for pooh
We poppin' shit like 30
It ain't gon' be easy for Lil' Deezy
It's na-na-na-na
It's na-na-na-na
[Chorus]
They know I'ma star, but they gon' act like they can't see me
Told 'em I'ma play my part, won't steer you wrong, they ain't believe me
I was thinkin' with my heart, I gave 'em love when they ain't need it
And they know I love hard, they took advantage, they can keep it
I can't take it how these niggas act like bitches
A real lifer, I can't fake it, all my G-locks came with switches
Turn a opp block to a track meet, got them boys workin' on they fitness
I can show you how to work that backseat, I got two Glocks, they extended
[Verse 1]
I got racks, ain't talkin' tennis
They stole my heart, ain't got no feelings
I ain't never tried to fit in
Time to chill, just gon' get in
To the hood I'ma hero, but some see me as a villain
It's all good, everything gon' fall in place and I can feel it
12 be on my dick, let me out on papers and put a warrant on me
And I ain't really changed, first day out I had a gun on me
When I see enemies, I bang it out, I never run, homie
Just can't win, it's the grave or the cell, either way it's long live
I spin in fashion, did a drill in my Givenchy sneakers
I like my bitches gangster, myself just like Queen & Slim
I'ma wild kid, I got more stripes than a herd of zebras
They hit me where my heart is, they add to my doc and met the Reaper
I ain't choose this lifestyle to live, they just threw it on me
Yeah, I know this might sound evil, we in it deep, homie
It broke my heart, I lost my dawg, they can't relate to me
I was showin' real love, they was just fake to me
[Chorus]
They know I'ma star, but they gon' act like they can't see me
Told 'em I'ma play my part, won't steer you wrong, they ain't believe me
I was thinkin' with my heart, I gave 'em love when they ain't need it
And they know I love hard, they took advantage, they can keep it
I can't take it how these niggas act like bitches
A real lifer, I can't fake it, all my G-locks came with switches
Turn a opp block to a track meet, got them boys workin' on they fitness
I can show you how to work that backseat, I got two Glocks, they extended
[Verse 2]
This is real life, no, this ain't no game, but it's like Warzone
Just keep your pipe, you never know the day you might not make it home
And I heard that one boy tellin', I ain't talkin' on no cellphone
I ain't tryna be one of them victims that he telled on
Bitch, this Dior gear and shell toes
Type to drop my ski and bust that blick until my shells gone
I hit that cover with Baybee G, yeah, we the plan bros
And we go everywhere the niggas say we can't go, yeah, yeah
Just bought a new Glock and attached it with a brand new .50
Let a nigga run up, sing him melody like Mrs. Whitney
Know I keep that iron on me, officer never dangy
Niggas bet' not lie on me before I run a blicky
[Outro]
Tell I keep that iron on me, officer never dangy
Niggas bet' not lie on me before I run a blicky
Before I run a blicky
Niggas bet' not lie on me before I run a blicky