You

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

 

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

 

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

 

Half your body laying on my chest

 

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

 

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

 

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

 

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

 

I have sins so my pants never had lent

 

Ain't have to see-saw, I'm already scared

 

One parent above, the other live scared

 

Roll the whole mountain, now I’m on the couch bent

 

Why would I worry? I am forever blessed

 

My Levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

 

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

 

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

 

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

 

Then push the milk on a slow bend

 

Smoking Khaled, my weed the best

 

Rare shit, trend setting yea I be the best

 

I'm at the ATM, spending like I ain't paying rent

 

Carol City or was it the west

 

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

 

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

 

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

 

Shouts out to St. Louey, swag champ I got the belt

 

That's why I never claimed I was the best

 

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

 

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

 

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

 

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

 

For four hundred plus yearsYou should be scared

 

Ahhhh, shitWe gonna taste the powerWe started the thug trend

 

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

 

I’m watchin' ESPNBut when that show end

 

Thought we’d be together ’till the end