It's like a throne that he don't even own He won't sit down, give him a crown, he just throws it around It's like a joke, he's like a king, but he don't do a thing He don't want the diamonds, want the gold, don't want the jewelry He don't want the fame. don't want the loot, he's in this for the sport Running circles around his competition on the court He appreciates your support, but he ain't begging for it And you can love, it you can hate it, but you can't ignore it You can't be that ignorant But you can try to sell him short But you can't fuck with his last joint, or the one before it And he was going to raise hell like them country boys And if I'm fronting then you better come confront me for it
This is the story of a warrior and now you know It True warriors go ahead make some noise It ain't healthy to be making niggas paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I dont need my boys I'm doing 120 in the fast lane Kick back, just relax, let me do my thing Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power, and respect in this rap game
He's straight out of a neighborhood where niggas hate They see you go, and eat your dinner off a bigger plate Thier stomachs ache while he's lounging in a big estate And he hops in a hundred thousands with a nigga's gate House with just a bigger gate, hounding him's a big mistake He wont surrender, he'll rather give up a rib to break Because he remembers when they wouldn't lend a helping hand Till he was sitting on green like a Celtic fan Till where you got to mention his name When you discussing the illest player that's in the game And he's riding with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and them G-Unit records, ain't no motherfucking stopping them
He's no magician, man the kid makes something out of nothing So now niggas from his hood act like he owe them something They talk crazy till they send niggas in there to buck him Ask him if there's a problem, and he'll say 'Nah, it's nothing' He was going to help them out, but since they fronted, fuck them He don't care how they feel, they can hate him or love him He hold his own on his own, the kid is really thugging He's rich now, he ain't change, so niggas think he's bugging He bulletproof everything case niggas try and buck him Keep two pistols on his hip, I show you where he tuck them Niggas say they gone get at him, but they can't touch him Try to catch them slipping, they creeping, he start busting
I can give you niggas something you can talk about I can turn your smile upside down You ain't no G, you a fucking clown I can take your girl till I turn her out Don't hold it in, let it all out I can give you fuckers something to be mad about Invite her in send her back out With my DNA all in her mouth