I've been through a lot, boy I ain't gon' stop, boy I've been through a lot, boy I ain't gon' stop, boy I was runnin' from the cops, boy Call it rap, call it pop, boy Call it what you want, boy We call you a op, boy You got a big gun, who you shot, boy Call it rap, call it pop, boy Call it what you want, boy We call you a op, boy I'm a real life God, boy Why the *** you lyin' in the streets? Why the *** you lyin' to me? Why the *** you lyin' to her? You couldn't even buy the purse Everybody wanna flex on each other I just want some money from my mother This ain't no competition Please listen, hold up, listen to me I was really in the kitchen But I sing about bitches, yeah Cause I really know killers And they are not like you at all And I can tell it, I can smell it I can see it in your eyes, boy, yeah That's why I got respect Cause I ain't a ***in' lie, boy, yeah, yeah, damn Call it rap, call it pop, boy Call it what you want, boy We call you a op, boy You got a big gun, who you shot, boy Call it rap, call it pop, boy Call it what you want, boy We call you a op, boy I'm a real life God, boy You ain't on the block, boy Yeah, you got a Glock, boy You hot, boy That ain't smart, boy Get your ass locked, boy And for what? You diggin' your own grave You diggin' your own grave, yeah