Finish the lyrics told 'em I was gonna be somethin'
That broke sh. it made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain't had nowhere to go, ni g..ga, I was lost in them streets runnin'
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
Just happy I did it, ni g ga, nobody ever gave me nothin'
Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle, but I just keep stuntin'
Thirty in the mag, you'll get body-bagged, I'm just gon' keep dumpin'
Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas, I'm just gon' keep stompin'
I'm just gon' keep stompin'