Diverse

Yeah

I sip Hi-Tech (I sip Hi-Tech)

I don't need no ref (I don't need no ref)

They know I ball (They know I ball)

I don't need no scale (I don't need no scale)

Yeah, fell in love with tools, if they play, we kill everyone

I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns

Why you trust no one? I got my reasons

I pull up Hellcat, tryna leave these demons, yeah

I treat all my hoes just like the last one

Leave the mic in the studio, I'm back countin' Jacksons

My hood like wide hips, you can't pull up on this side

We been jumpin' gates, run from narcs, I don't get tired

Margielas ain't got no lace but somehow we got mob ties

Cartiers, I can't see, but the coupe came with frog eyes

When the light's on my mouth, hit colors, ain't nothin' for me to leave a ***** on read (Yeah, yeah)

Inside of the coupe peanut butter, I still'll never give a ***** no bread (Yeah, yeah)

From the trap to a entertainer, still'll get him touched for what he said (Touched, get him touched)

In the hood servin' undercovers, how else was we gon' get fed? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm picky with all these ******* like I dig in they nose, they know how it go (They know how it go)

My last name ain't Jenkins, they heard I'm havin' all the 'bows and they tryna score

Make money from music and trappin' like Djay and Roach, I call it Hustle and Flow (Yeah, yeah)

I'm a don in my city 'cause I want it more (I want it more, yeah)

I sip Hi-Tech (I sip Hi-Tech)

I don't need no ref (I don't need no ref)

They know I ball (They know I ball)

I don't need no scale (I don't need no scale)

Yeah, fell in love with tools, if they play, we kill everyone

I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns

Why you trust no one? I got my reasons

I pull up Hellcat, tryna leave these demons, yeah

I treat all my hoes just like the last one

Leave the mic in the studio, I'm back countin' Jacksons

My hood like wide hips, you can't pull up on this side

We been jumpin' gates, run from narcs, I don't get tired

Margielas ain't got no lace but somehow we got mob ties

Cartiers, I can't see, but the coupe came with frog eyes

I'm the modern day Loc Dog 'cause I keep extensions like [?][2:00]

They callin' me Kee'vin Manning, I been throwin' **** and all these ******* receivin'

September baby, I was born in the fall, so ***** is you stayin' or leavin'?

We argue 'cause she wanna **** in the mornin', I wanna **** in the evenin'

My **** better than ******e, I inject in her body and I leave her fiendin'

See a opp and we don't dare run, we'll put him on Fox, call him Willie Beamen

Clip taller than Megatron, hit him with a ******, now he out for the season

Lil' *****, don't give me a reason (Yeah)

I sip Hi-Tech (I sip Hi-Tech)

I don't need no ref (I don't need no ref)

They know I ball (They know I ball)

I don't need no scale (I don't need no scale)

Yeah, fell in love with tools, if they play, we kill everyone

I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns

Why you trust no one? I got my reasons

I pull up Hellcat, tryna leave these demons, yeah

I treat all my hoes just like the last one

Leave the mic in the studio, I'm back countin' Jacksons

My hood like wide hips, you can't pull up on this side

We been jumpin' gates, run from narcs, I don't get tired

Margielas ain't got no lace but somehow we got mob ties

Cartiers, I can't see, but the coupe came with frog eyes