Intro - Joey Fatts

Doctor:

That’s it Mrs. Johnson

You’re doing good relax

Push.

There you go push

Mrs. Johnson: Oh shit

Doctor: There you go Mrs. Johnson, relax

Mrs. Johnson: Goddamn.

That little motherfucker looks just like his daddy

West side of the map

East side of the beach

Grew up on ‘Pac and DBG

Raised on noodles and EBT

Food stamps can’t buy shoes so I got it in the streets

Like I’m ‘possed to

Young mosta

But you don’t want it from the shoulders

I’ll fuck you over

And slide on you in that Nova

And slump you over

Shells in the 50 cal size of canned sodas

Know I’m bad for early deaf in hearing way I’m living

Scheming on the millions

Duck tape a nigga and his children if he the nigga with it

On the mission out to get it

One rule is by any means

X I prescribe for the low

The hood Dr. King

Bad bitches flock to me

Because they see this guap on heat

Said she likes the way I’m dressing

So she swallow poppy seeds

Niggas see the way I’m grilling know I got the Glock on me

Try a robbery, this shit gonna turn to homicide

Street commodity

50k is up in my Cuban Links

These niggas slept on me

Dickriding, they need a NuvaRing

My niggas stay with me, it’s a problem my niggas shooting things

Don’t even play with me, if it ain’t about money keep it moving G

Grams in the APCs

I’m serving fucking J-O-B

Young nigga been paper chasing since before I learned my A-B-C's

Crip niggas stay free

Fuck two bad hoes a week

Even if you got lynched you niggas can’t hang with me