Barry Bonds - Waka Flocka Flame, A$AP Rocky, P Smurf

Shoutout to every nigga fronted me a pack when I was fucked up

Always been a gunner, my nigga, never ducker

Bet she wanna ride with a nigga like me

And she wanna hang and smoke with me

Man I love when the crowd recite every lyric

Rappin from the heart, rappin from the spirit, know the Lord hear it

Grandma gotta eat, I gotta get it

What they talkin bout we livin'

Waddup lame, what it do bustas

Know y’all don’t like us but your girls wanna fuck us

My gangstas on E, so I’m pimpin

Nigga what you drinkin, what you sippin

Most my niggas blood, some crippin'

Out in Chi-Town with some real GD’s and some VL’s

Gangsta worldwide with this shit my nigga can’t you tell

Some say «Crime don’t pay,» it’s hard to tell

Niggas said they want my chain, eat the shells

Thank God for the Shells and Citgo, Chevron and the Ammaco

I be on my Maserati boss shit

Top down in the winter

Middle of the summer but it’s feeling like December

Yeah, I wake up in the morning with a bitch I don’t remember, I’m a winner

So my whole team start

Ballin like I’m Barry hitting bitches out the park, home run

You better get your own son

I’m on now, and I’m on one

I thank God for another one, then roll another one

Hit my connect up, tell him I need another one

King size bed them sets of double Ds in it

Nigga the condo smellin like a weed clinic

Room 1017 that’s at the top nigga

Smokin Grade A while I’m getting topped nigga

BSM the new Row, and I’m Pac nigga

Stomping niggas out in the lobby, me and Flock nigga

I love my squad

Money over bitches I love my mob

In a four door Porsche with a hip-hop vixen

And the diamonds in my charm clearer then KY Mixing

I rubberband the work so you know a nigga stretch it

And if she stepped on we just call that bitch neglected

Whip it like a slave, all white, I’m a racist

Running for the money like a horse when it races

Cash on my mind, money on my mental

Cocaine?

I bring it back like a rental

Look me in my eyes, can you tell me what I’ve been through

I’ve been to hell and back, I’ve got some passes I can lend you

Chef up in the kitchen, but this ain’t Benihana’s

But I’m working two Pacs, I call 'em baby mommas

Verses the new?

she go in labor

I’m tryin to make a profit so I cut it like a razor