[Intro]
Ay, don't you get it fucked up, n***a
This ain't the first one, n***a
This that "Take Off", part two, motherfucker
A street anthem, n***a
Y'all n***as better see about this young n***a, dog
The streets told me y'all can't fuck with me, dog
I'm not no lyrical n***a, dog
I done tell you what's going with me, n***a

[Verse]
I'm still here, n***a, seven indictments later
I don't owe a n***a shit, n***a ain't never gave me a favor
Done ran through my share of hoes and seen my share of paper
My brothers told me from prison it was gonna get greater later
That 745, n***a, I bought it for you haters
So many dead homies, can't count them on my fingers
So many of my n***as in Feds, it'll take too long to name them
If you a fuck n***a, you some kids and man, I don't claim you
Fuck what it look like, n***a, I'm a real n***a from all angles
You one of these fuck n***as who don't like Plies? Well, I don't blame you
But if I was broke, pussy n***a, you will love me ainna
I work for a millionaire, managed by a killer
They say that apple fall too far away from the tree, n***a
I'm a hundred percent real n***a, mean it don't get no realer
I don't give a fuck, I could care less 'bout being the best rapper
The most respected by the streets, n***a, is what I'm after
Ain't been to the motherfucking studio in five months
Last time Slip-n-Slide seen me, I was in my dump
Next time they see me, I park my 745 in the front
I could drop a motherfucking classic whenever I want, n***a
[Outro]
I don't really do this shit, homie
I fucks with this rap shit every now and then, homie
The streets just told me I was that motherfucking n***a