50

[Intro]
This my young nigga Pabb
I'ma get it, you can turn my headphones up on this one
Nah, I really gotta make these niggas feel me
Whatever the words is, I said I believed her
And I don't wanna kill 'em, I'm protectin' my people
Wantin' to check up and keepin' my heater (Yeah, QRN)
You know I was, you know I was born in this shit, not sworn in this shit
And I also got my heart torn in this shit
You'd think, I just guess that come with the street, like, look
(Favor, turn me up)
Oh, oh, look
Oh, oh, look
(Ayo, Steery, cook it up)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, check this out, I'm really just 'bout to tell 'em how I feel

[Chorus]
50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for 'bout an hour, told that bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, droppin' rackades on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these 'bows
I call up Peezy, where the lean at?
Weezy, where the beans at?
Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back
Yeah, I been goin' through some pain, but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s
I feel like Boosie, I been goin' through some pain, I gotta keep a pistol

[Verse 1]
Before you try to take my chain, you might wan' take a couple 5.56s
See, I been walkin' through the rain with fucked up J's, you know my lifestyle realer
Back and fourth to youth detention
This for all the ones that doubted me, that thought I'd be a victim
Shoutout all the ones that shot at me 'cause I done got a million Woah
This for all them trappers sellin' dope
Tryna run some racks up out a store
This for all them smackers, keep that pole
This for the ones who really stickin' to the code
I hope you get an appeal and come home
Get them checks, them dollar bills, fuck a ho
'Cause if you catch a couple years, they gon' go
They gon' treat you like you just another post

[Chorus]
50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for 'bout an hour, told that bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, droppin' rackades on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these 'bows
I call up Peezy, where the lean at?
Weezy, where the beans at?
Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back
Yeah, I been goin' through some pain, but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s
I feel like Boosie, I been goin' through some pain, I gotta keep a pistol
50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for 'bout an hour, told that bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, droppin' rackades on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these 'bows

[Verse 2]
I bought a smoke with EBT just for a gram to get some groceries
I can't wait to get on BET to promote, we got 'bows of weed
Last thing 'fore I leave the stage, I'm screamin' out, "We smokin' V"
It's hard to stop the violence even though I'm ridin' with YB
GMG, shout out V, the realest nigga on my team
Don't fuck with 49, but we be quick to rob you for your change
I done ran a forty-nine yards, fifty on a chain
Teddy at the seven where we Crippin' just in New Orleans
Don't you worry 'bout what's in my double cup, I'm feelin' like I'm Lil Wayne
Promethazine or yellow Robitussin, straight codeine
Ballin' like I'm 'Melo, free my brother, filthy cocaine
Fuck the rap shit, on another level, trappin' in the dope game

[Chorus]
50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for 'bout an hour, told that bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, droppin' rackades on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these 'bows
I call up Peezy, where the lean at?
Weezy, where the beans at?
Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back
Yeah, I been goin' through some pain, but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s
I feel like Boosie, I been goin' through some pain, I gotta keep a pistol
50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for 'bout an hour, told that bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, droppin' rackades on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these 'bows