H8 2 C Me Ball'n

How do you survive, weighing 165'
In the city, where the skinny niggas die, tell mama don't cry
Even if they kill me, they can never take the game from a real G, yea

See I just set another record, can you actually break it?
Basically, I'm saying we back to the basics
Know them haters can't take it, even though they mistake it
Diving deep in the matrix, where, nothing is sacred
Even bonds, get broken, from the ones, provoking
You would think they passing blunts, how them guns, be smoking
And the ones, be joking, never notice the pain
In the eye of the storm, you never notice the rain
But you know it's the Flame, you ain't gotta get it televised
Real talk, I've been really trying to tell these guys
On the radio, daily, where they sell them lies
Dropping bombs, young niggas, better recognize
Remaining calm, dealing with, the hell inside
See where I'm from, you thinking, they gone let it ride
See in the slums, them niggas, ain't gone let it slide
You must be dumb, I thought that shit, was well advised, but now I'm

Back up on these beats, I've returned from my slumber
Leaking all this heat, I've returned for the summer
Snitch ass niggas, probably turn on their mommas
Bitch ass niggas, quick to turn for them comma's
So much drama, niggas stalling
They hate to see a young nigga balling
Niggas never put their all in
Can't you hear the money, when it's calling

But you ain't listen at all, yall just pissing me off
A heavy price to pay, just hope they, splitting the cost
Trying to dip, in the sauce, shawty slip, with the boss
In the whip, gettin' tossed, got them lips, with the gloss
On them, so she doing strange thangs, for some change
Can't complain, claim she trying, to make a name
Muthafuck the haters, only elevate the fame
More like a coach, I don't ever, play them games
Meaning, I don't have to, but I know, the ins and outs
And you know, I'm in and out of shawty, when she in my house
In her mouth, like enamel, bussing like some ammo
Hate to see me balling, then you best to change the channel
But enough of the talking, they be struggling, stalking
If they're chasing after cash, then, trust me, I'm hawking
All the money down, shooting shots, a hundred rounds
Back up in this muthafucka, like I came in, unannounced, I'm here

Back up on these beats, I've returned from my slumber
Leaking all this heat, I've returned for the summer
Snitch ass niggas, probably turn on their mommas
Bitch ass niggas, quick to turn for them comma's
So much drama, niggas stalling
They hate to see a young nigga balling
Niggas never put their all in
Can't you hear the money, when it's calling

Damn it feel good to be a G'
Damn it feel good to be a G'
Damn it feel good to be a G'
Damn it feel good to be me, yea

How do you survive, weighing 165'
In the city, where the skinny niggas die, tell mama don't