Lyrics: Rahkeib Smith
Music: Rahkeib Smith
[Intro: Chicken P]
Uh, baby
Probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite
Probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite (Niizzy)
Probably on the stage now, I'm the people'sā
Huh, huh, ayy
[Chorus: Chicken P]
I'm probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite
Huh, I'm pickin' up and pressin' five (Ah), I got niggas in them cages
Bro 'nem said don't let 'em down, I can't leave 'em hangin'
I'm on the other side of town cookin' with a hanger
You know them niggas wanna put me down, lovin' me be dangerous
Baby say she wanna ride with me, I'ma take her
Huh, way across the world, put her in Bottega
[Verse 1: Chicken P]
Huh, buss a book of girl down with a razor
Huh, this water deep, swim or drown, I can't save you, nigga
Every day I thank God that he made me different
Had to pay a lil' extra 'cause they made 'em different
Traction off in the rain, SRT slidin'
12 know they play crazy, I'ma keep drivin'
Serve a nine, turn the music up and keep vibin'
I'm just thumbin' through this paper, had to hustle to get it
I'm on two different type of dranks, this a wonderful feeling
I'm puttin' that pussy on wait 'less it come with a million
But she gon' wait for me 'cause I'm one of the real ones
Right now I'm on a jail call with one of the killers
You know I'm handlin' business (Frrt, beep), rubber bandin' this chicken
Pyrex and boilin' water, got my hand in the skillet
We the reason why them junkies tryna battle addiction
All these pointers in the Rollie like I shattered a crystal
Just got off a plane, bitch in baggage claim with a pistol
Been thinkin' 'bout your brain, I should say your name 'cause I miss you
Huh, I talked to what's-her-name the other day, it ain't go how I meant to
Let's just go our separate ways, I ain't got nothin' against you
You can't focus on the game, I might have to bench you
I gotta focus on the game, ballin' what I'm into
Huh, I could still feel Trey with me while I'm ridin'
In jail on my bunk lyin' down while you was dyin'
You wasn't here to see my first couple hundred thousand
I'm up late countin' this shit, I know you lookin' down smilin'
I know you lookin' down wildin' like we winnin' now
Gave my lil' bitch ten like, "Hurry up, bae, in and out"
Roll the window down, I got a six poured
I had to leave that broke shit alone, it was gettin' old (Huh)
[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
I had to leave that broke shit alone, that wasn't for me
I still be out here thuggin' with the fours and the junkies
I'm probably on the other side of town with a banger
I still be ridin' with a brick, forgettin' that I'm famous
Do you love me or did you need somethin'?
I wish bro would stop takin' Percs and get the weed runnin'
They had me strung out on the syrup, I still was gettin' to it
A lot of niggas told, but Will just went Stuart
Probably somewhere on the stage, now I'm the people's favorite (Yeah)
I'm pickin' up and pressin' back, bro say he need some paper (I got it)
For the real ones niggas told on, you gon' be here in a minute, doggy, hold on (Ayy)
Every time I'm in the trenches, I got pole on
It'll never be the same now that bro gone (Gone)
I wish you could hit my line, I'm doin' fine
Yellow bitch who used to scam, just got two to five
Colt, we miss you and we love you, we'll talk
We want thirty for the plug 'cause we still bark
[Outro: 42 Dugg & Chicken P]
I'm probably on the stage, now I'm the people's favorite
I'm pickin' up and pressin' fives, nigga, just some days
Ayy, lil' niggas held me down, so I'ma do the same
Ayy, free my mother****in' gang
I'm probably on the stage, now I'm the people's favorite (Now)
I'm pickin' up and pressin' fives
Niggas in them cages
Real talk
Ayy, free the mother****in' boys