[Lil' Flip]

Lord have mercy Jesus Christ

I know I'm doin' wrong but I'm tryna do right

I hustle day to day and night to night

Cause I'm tryna get paid awright

Y'all don't know about my rap wars

Alotta rappers use my name

Just so they can have the stores off the chain

But ain't nobody feelin' that shit

You on ya fifth tape nigga where's ya hit

No skits on my shit I got shit that's heated

Everytime I do shit you know shit be complete

It ain't no half steppin' my name ain't Daddy Kane

But I'ma hop out the Jag wid a big daddy chain

Iced out yellow rocks in the middle

Colourful rainbows is lookin' like skittles

I scratch and I scribble in my notepad when I'm feelin' mad

Cause now I'm doin' good I used to be doin' bad

I used to have go half on my lunch money

Now I got a money machine that help me count my money

I'm ballin' for real, platinum all in my grill

We turned 'em down but they still callin' for real



[Will Lean]

Yeh, say, I don't need your money

On the block niggas still got weed and money

Stash pot, sold bricks ducked in a car

In the kitchen I'm still touchin' it raw

On the highway I'm still buckin' the law

Fuck that I'll never be duckin' the law

I'm takin' shots ain't goin' back to jail

I'm a pimp, I can't be trapped in a cell

I'm eatin' shrimp, but I'm still makin' this mil

From H-Town, straight to A-T-L

We gettin' this money, we spittin' this money

And if you run up wrong then we splittin' these dummies

I'm takin' shots, a nigga goin' all out

And if I hit ya house I'm takin' a fuckin' wall out

You better back back, you better back up-aca