I ain't never ran Never back down from a man, nigga, I ain't never ran If they boot me for the draft, I'm not going to Iran Call me Gucci, Peter Pan, I keep flyin' to the band I do stunts like Jackie Chan, I just touched down in Japan Since they let me out the can, I keep flyin' I keep runnin' up the bands In the A-Rod with the sand, I'm so hot I need a fan I'm so black, can't get no tan, but I feel like I'm the man I put diamonds in my bands, ice so cold can't feel my hands I can't go to war for nobody, bitch, I got my own bodies Everybody got a couple skeletons in the closet, bodies go to drop and it's on and poppin' Me and my niggas went shoppin' for chocolates, ball bombs, and bazookas, is that what you want? Life of a sniper, pray for my rifle Pray for my robber, then shootin' my robber I don't go to sleep, I just dream with my barber Thinkin' about bringin' home nimble survivors Jump out the tower, money and power Send me to war, but you nimble to cower Children in browers, students at Howard Play with my life, cause you feel you in power Bum in a blouse, blew out a bowser Blackout and got raped and got tortured for hours Thick on my lip, got a stick in my trousers Rewrote my *** on Paul, drivin' a powder Flag on your cash, kid, then send you some flowers Gucci on bucket, I'm tellin' you now I see my opp, then I'm gunnin' him down Tell my love, he'll just start pointin' a map Know what he do, so I keep him around Gave him the bag and he didn't say a sound But back down from a man, nigga, I ain't never ran If they boot me for the draft, I'm not goin' to Iran Call me Gucci, Peter Pan, I keep flyin' to the band I do stunts like Jackie Chan, I just touched down in Japan Since they let me out the can, I keep runnin' up the bands In the A-Rod with the sand, I'm so hot, I need a fan I'm so black, can't get no tan, but I feel like I'm the man I put diamonds in my bands, ice so cold, can't feel my hands Real shooter, been reckless, put them boys on my guest list 50 cal on my resume, 10-17 on my necklace If I slap a mag and put it in the dirt, it's just automatic reflexes Got two bad bitches from Texas, I might slap a hoe, she messy I burn them off of my kits, damn, I'm legit Portage, I sit with the ***, I break them off like a Kit-Kat Hard as a brick, ain't got no time for no kickback I'm a motherfuckin' veteran, Obama is my president Might pull up to your residence, friendly fire, bitch, I'm negligent Open fire, I might find ya, Pentagon, White House, might blind ya Damn, my conduct so disorderly, I track a nigga quarterly They closin' up the doors for me, might slip my drip to water You could blame it on the sorcery, the pubis, take it orally