(*talking*) Ok late night grinding, understand Young Don in the building Of course a nigga still throwed with it, C.M.G. for life Teflon feel it
[Lil' Keke] I've been told I can't do it, mostly all my life I done crapped plenty times, but kept shooting the dice You don't work and don't eat, it's a sacrifice That's why niggaz go to jail, and they turn to mice Eat steaks and kool-aid, not no water and rice And my family live good, cause we paid the price Could you still be a rapper, without no ice I was born with a gift, that's why I flow so nice I'm a two time felon, so I fucked up twice So I switched up my game, not to get three strikes No I can't win 'em all, but I done won some fights And I still smoke weed, on my sleepless nights Why niggaz acting like, they don't know wrong from right And why they steady trying to ball, when they money is tight I'ma peel niggaz back, when they good and ripe Cause they just a bunch of talk, trying to find some hype
[Hook] I know I'm throwed with it, and I ain't gon let 'em change my mind A kid writing raps, turning nickels into dimes I've been throwed with it, but they steady talking down Continue dropping hits, till it's my motherfucking time Still throwed with it, won't these haters let me shine I'm hungry for the title, close it up and give me mine So throwed with it, like it's all brand new Represent for Houston Texas, my niggaz that's what it do
[Lil' Keke] Niggaz screaming in the background, fuck Lil' Ke' But when I see 'em in the streets, they start copping a plea I give a fat rat's ass, what they say bout me And my mama told me, Jesus the only thing that's free Still thoed with it, cause what's real gon be real And rapping ain't a hobby or a game, it's a feel I'm puffing on the purple, letting the smoke hit my throat Letting the pen hit the pad, then it's murder he wrote Got a candy coat, it put my slab on note With them suicide do's, and them 84 spokes Here's a message boy, from a Texas boy C.M.G. is the truth, you'll be breathless boy Don't even test us boy, never charging shit All I'm saying is I'm grown, don't make me kill you bitch So excuse my french, but niggaz do get lynched And my team win games, in the motherfucking tricks