Ah yeah, yo! This song is dedicated to all the happy people All the happy people who have real nice lives And who have no idea whats it like to be broke
winners, sure fire winners Flick the switch and the missile will fire I'm a heat seeker when I'm full of desire We're all drawn to the heat of the flame
don’t believe then tell em put fifty up All bets is down, all my thugs do dirt, all our tecs spit rounds My ? playas disrespected clowns Bringing guns
cinderella, Meth forever Never rush a rhyme, hook could never bust my nine But if I have to, I have to, its all in the mind I stay ahead of time while y'all
get 22's on the hang (Uhh) A underage boy that's lookin tossed And that's ya idea of who you hide All you want for Christmas is guns and drinkers
bitch I keep spittin', pow [Robin Thicke] + (Lil Wayne) With all these riches and, all these riches But ain't no loaners around They thinkin about shooters that-shooters that Guns
slave Must was meant for me to be thuggin' - I stay in some beef Baby and Slim keep tellin' me, "Juvenile, stay off them streets." I can't help - I draw
get to use Don’t like my women single, I like my chicks in twos And these days all the girls is down to roll I hit the strip club and all them bitches
that created the bass that thump back This ain't a game clown, play ya James Brown and jump back What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at Draw they guns
from me? (Yeah yeah yeah) What you doin to me? What you want from me? You're just f@#king killing me! Oh no officer, please no don't draw your guns
Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets Aces take your time Queens are left for dead Jacks can stand
Guns death and noise Sand oil and blood Frontiers drawn on paper No consideration made for The poor creature who is living By the grace of God just giving
to loan Just don't know if this shit worth goin fed fo [Verse 3:] Nigga always told me to get in this shit and get out But he ain't tell me bout all the laws and all
" Mom dukes crying, baby mom full of grief How she gonna tell her son his daddy is deceased? Now she got beef with them bitches up the street All because
t like my women single, I like my chicks in twos And these days all the girls is down to roll I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
And my gangsta ways They hung off they guns And made it to the grave Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my G shit,
ain't talkin' 'bout shit My chick bad, tell me if you've seen her She always bring the racket like Venus and Serena All white top, all white belt And all
was poorer then You wasn't focusin', about the dough I spend But I was holdin' in, I was a roller then I was a baller back then, all of that man Fall
