Leggin' with that c**k, we dump it off like V Ramonovic Sorry homie, you know we not friends, it's all for politics Politics, never get to see her really runnin' s**t Now you know her runnin' s**t, you rappers on punishment Papadogs, they be lyin' on they reppin' Everybody scared of Lil Linky, man, it's evident Feelin' like 50 way back in 03, O.D. Talkin' bout God, man, you's a mother 3-0-1, screamin' 4-4, want my Louis Poppin' tags by the mornin', don't need that m**** Uh-uh, dreamers, they in news for a gold news Black and yellow boots with the boots and the gold suit We s**t at the go-go last week We don't really care who got s**t last week Ridin' under me, the block ain't really bumpin' me Ghosts on bench, you don't want no problems with the GD CPG, I'm the king of the streets I never had to struggle in the game to a B Always 10-2, so it's hard to defeat And trust me, n***a, I been lookin' hard for a B, huh? He ain't rapped this hard in a long time U Street poppin' off, either do's and don'ts Muslim homie always say, well, I ain't to the guys On my life, been addicted to the power, ain't gon' lie, yo Ain't no fear, I'm never willing for the shell up in you Ain't no tellin' when we do it, we just s**t and get you Got a bad thing and they lie, lie Why I wear some tie-ties, keep my mouth wide, uh Northside bumpin' up north with the d**k When I was a baby, I was wildin' for respect You gon' get your head bust, f**k with the set F**k around here and talk crazy, you get wet, uh We ran so many n****s out of here Wonder why young Licky never had a fear Say a one, say a twice, you gon' get beats Anybody ever ask what happened with the bleach? Runnin' from police, they almost had me when I slip Way, way back, I almost started sellin' it Around the same time, bumpin' T.I. versus Div I ain't know who went hard to make me wanna sell a B Now we in the game and I'm so busy from the bank Looked at you like, damn, dawg, look where you came I don't give a f**k about, man, yeah, I changed And let your n***** die, then I need my f**kin' chains DMV, n*****, I'm a l***** of the year Leggin', leggin', leggin', third leggin' with my fears Reppin' that s**t, but I'm quiet when I'm there I'm always plottin' on the b*****s and I'm plottin' on my fears We don't need no checks from the boys We just need respect from the boys We don't wanna fall in love by the force So I just get the Lil' Reed drillin' with the boys, yeah Oh, no, no Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no Trigger has no heart Baby, trigger has no heart Baby no Trigger, has no heart Trigger never had no heart Baby Trigger has no heart Trigger has no heart Baby Trigger has no heart Trigger never had no heart Trigger has no heart Trigger has no heart Baby Trigger has no heart Trigger never had no heart Baby