Story Behind The Song

PEOPLE UNDERESTIMATE ME CAUSE I'M A LITTLE DUDE BUT THEY DON'T KNOW I BE THOWING WASHING MACHINES AND REFRIGERATORS AROUND EVERY NIGHT ON THIRD SHIFT AT LOWES PLUS THAT GLOCK 33 AINT GOT NO SAFETY, I PULL IT, IT'S A WRAP.

Song Description

JUST A SONG FOR THE NAYSAYERS TRYIN TO MOLD MY YOUNGBUCK YOUNG BLACK INTO MUSICAL SUCCESS .

Lyrics

You just talk it while I live it, I be out here on the strittip, getting money stacking chittips you be plottin on my riches, but I see you snitches I got esp and that thang that I tote aint got no safety

In these streets they say that I?m hot, the white I put in the pot, watch it boil to the oils then it?s back to the block, naw the hustle don?t stop yeah I keep the heat cocked ready to let off a shot, what you think I won?t ock, known for keeping the glock, those that don?t know got a surprise coming when I let that thang go like big things poppin and little thangs stopping, getting money everyday being broke is not a option, I need to let off some stress, one of you jokers come test, and watch me put a hole through his mu?effin chest, I?m the shhh it cause I say I am, ambidextrous, clap you wit the left or the right hand, biitch, who you playing wit, my fouls fla- ger-rant, I?m so arrogant cause my flows heavensent, aint no next of kin he is I and I am him, and you don?t want to see the things I do when I?m struggling

You just talk it while I live it, I be out here on the strittip, getting money stacking chittips you be plottin on my riches, but I see you snitches I got esp and that thang that I tote aint got no safety


roughlife, i give it my all, the game, i'm hearing it call, you lames get ready to fall, citall coming in strong, i earned my stripes on the strip, i put that thang right to ya tip, close range so i don't miss, you aint gone be coming back for chris, naaw dog that aint how it is, enemies don't get to live, bury yaself in a six foot ditch, one yaself bang yaself, get ya miserable life over wit, treat ya like ice i'll melt ya quick, you don't really know who you messing wit, citall, roughlife click, young black, a.kidd, free smoke sittin up in the penn, he know we gon hold it down for him, (what you need), no problem, cause that's how it's supposed to be, take care of those close to me, keep my enemies closer to me, so i can see them approaching me, toast to me citall, like jim jones we bout to ball, weed hard and the raw we got what you need just give a call,yeah that's right homey we them boys you might got some but we got more, dangerous dangerous, and when we shoot homey we don't miss