[Intro]
R-R-RJae on the track
Aw yeah
Hitta
Aw yeah
Aw
Ayy

[Chorus]
Treat me like a fool, aw yeah
Lot of shit to prove, aw yeah
Bad ass kid after school
In the cut with a tool, yeah
Mama said, "Listen here, boy
I don't want you standing over there"
Few n***as that's from the land
They can't even come around here
In this game, I ain't playin' fair
Everything cost that I wear
Stone cold ice on my bracelet
With a chain like Ric Flair
Beanie Sigel, feel it in the air
Keep a pole, gotta stay aware
Groovy ass dude, aw yeah
Had points to prove, aw yeah
[Verse 1]
People steady thinkin' it's a game
Till they whole life rearranged
Brains on his shirt, he a stain
Thought we had a bond like James
Got me a bitch that I'm focused on
These hoes can't entertain
Look up at the star that I became
Now the world think that I changed
Why I name this "Aww Yea"
And I feel like it shouldn't be no arguin'
I'ma real n***a, aw yeah
Never put much songs on the market
She was irritating, aww yea
Put her ass clean on the blocklist
Luck real good, aww yea
Seven days a week, yea my palm itch (Ahh)
Bitch n***a you a die
And I made sure we situated
Call me El Hitta number 5
In the AM eatin' pancakes with a bowl of grits on the side (Uh)
I'ma live me a long ass time lil' n***a

[Chorus]
Treat me like a fool, aw yeah
Lot of shit to prove, aw yeah
Bad ass kid after school
In the cut with a tool, yeah
Mama said, "Listen here, boy
I don't want you standing over there"
Few n***as that's from the land
They can't even come around here
In this game, I ain't playin' fair
Everything cost that I wear
Stone cold ice on my bracelet
With a chain like Ric Flair
Beanie Sigel, feel it in the air
Keep a pole, gotta stay aware
Groovy ass dude, aw yeah
Had points to prove, aw yeah
[Verse 2]
You don't know shit about being the one, do you? (Ayy)
But you knowing a lot about bitin' your tongue, do you? (Ayy)
Do you know how to eat without droppin' a crumb, do you? (Ayy)
Why you have to change? I ain't did none to you (Naw, naw)
I was the one that chose this life
I was the one denying advice
I was the one stop praying to Christ
Then after that start lookin' for Christ
I was the one that put up a fight
Posted on Trumbull steady screamin' lights
I was the one not being polite
I was the one, ayy
My society full of gunsmoke
My mom said, "Hitta, son, go"
Was introduced to the jungle
I think I got it from my uncle
I was the one
I was the one being a hard head
Groovy lil' hard head
Ain't got a dad but I'm still a hard leg

[Chorus]
Treat me like a fool, aw yeah
Lot of shit to prove, aw yeah
Bad ass kid after school
In the cut with a tool, yeah
Mama said, "Listen here, boy
I don't want you standing over there"
Few n***as that's from the land
They can't even come around here
In this game, I ain't playin' fair
Everything cost that I wear
Stone cold ice on my bracelet
With a chain like Ric Flair
Beanie Sigel, feel it in the air
Keep a pole, gotta stay aware
Groovy ass dude, aw yeah
Had points to prove, aw yeah
Treat me like a fool, aw yeah
Lot of shit to prove, aw yeah
Bad ass kid after school
In the cut with a tool, yeah
Mama said, "Listen here, boy
I don't want you standing over there"
Few n***as that's from the land
They can't even come around here
In this game, I ain't playin' fair
Everything cost that I wear
Stone cold ice on my bracelet
With a chain like Ric Flair
Beanie Sigel, feel it in the air
Keep a pole, gotta stay aware
Groovy ass dude, aw yeah
Had points to prove, aw yeah
[Outro]
Aw yea
Made it through the struggle, aw yeah
Not a fuck n***a ain't give me nothing, naw
Stood 10 toes down (Ah)
Aw yeah
Love my whole team, aw yeah
Ballin', fuck n***a (Ah, Hitta)
I should get a ring, aw yeah