Too many niggas, trying to take me off of my game
Just a nigga from the hood, that's looks some good
Now they all want to to jock my fame
When I coming down in my ?born?
And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me
I don't give a damn about none of you hoes
I blast on sight cause I ain't tripping no more


You can't knock my hustle, ain't no games gone be played
Even haters a hundred miles away, deuce out they shades
Coming down one deep, I ain't gone stop and try to speak
I keep on rolling mean mugging as I pull on a sweet
I gave a cool package of sellers, because I knocked down yellas
Keep a 4 for myself and a 4-4 for the jealous
Cause them boys be scoping, intoxicated and hoping
That they run up on Jermayne I leave they flesh wide open
Let them take me for what, cause I be damned if I slip
Beretta beam in the club same thang on my hip
Another case like that, if you don't think I bring that
Run on up and I'ma bust and flip your brain like crack