[Hook] Tanktop, big rocks, big Glocks I'm a get rich or die trying t make it to the top n***a, I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta Life stories, real sh**, real facts Real n***as, real b**hes, feel that n***a, I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta [Verse] I spit this sh** from the bottom of my stomach So try some I knock the bottom out ya stomach It ain't nothing, momma like, "Ooh my baby boy thugging" In love with guns and he can't stop clubbing, never could tell him nothing f** with real G's with big nuts who flip keys on highways Player-made n***as, man, who flip hoes off MySpace Luxury in driveways, let your roof back, n***a That half of pill ain't doing the job, then throw your two back, n***a My time to shine, n***as playing, but I'm bout my business Last to drop, but off the top, the whole world know I'm the sickest Red Monkey's to Dickies, n***a got every color From [?] to 28, n***as got many hustles My brothers, they Trill Fam, love me because I'm loyal Dude keep his sh** strapped, because my watch will get me kidnapped From my block to yo trap, iggas heads get bust Feds get dust, my trill n***as out here ready to bust It's gangsta [Hook] Tanktop, big rocks, big Glocks I'm a get rich or die trying t make it to the top n***a, I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta Life stories, real sh**, real facts Real n***as, real b**hes, feel that n***a, I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta