So many haters surround me/
B*tch n*ggas get sprayed when they round me/
I'll leave round after round n*gga right where your crown be/
Actin like they f*cking hard, when they softer than downy/
That N*gga-rican's gift of speakin is so astounding/
And I came a long way from housing and section 8/
Is that the reason why most of y'all b*tch n*ggas hate/
Maybe its fate/ I turn beef into cake/ Rob you right where you stay/
Wet ya chest up and let you lay/ Money in the bank/
And dont think a vest can stop my ammo cuz it f*cking cant/
Armor-piercing rounds leave ya whole body stank/
Wipe it off, clean it, sell it then thats mo money for me/
Never ever get it twisted, cuz I got another piece/
You got beef?, it sounds like mo bread for me/ Im in the 843 Flo-Town in the SC but I got that Georgia tat on my back it rides wit me/
To all my dirty south n*ggas and ladies , stand up/
Y'all soft **** haters, you need to go man up/
Or squad up/ if you find ya'self acting tough/
but my mossberg makes the toughest man back up/
So n*gga what?/
~Esto~
