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 fuck you lyin' in the streets? Why the fuck you lyin' to me? Why the fuck 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 fuckin' 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