Griselda, by Fashion Rebels Look, look; you're nobody till you catch a body My little head busta on his second body FNH with the fuckin' drum I told him: Don't leave till you hit everybody For a minute I was strugglin' Niggas wasn't real as I thought, fuck 'em then Had to get off that couch and start hustlin' Where your set nigga? I can bring a duffle in Took a few losses, I accepted it Made a few nobodies relevant Niggas runnin' they mouth and fuckin' tellin' shit Better use your head before you get a shell in it Bitches tell me my dick is a gift from the Lord I said: That's the way I feel 'bout the shit I record Thinkin' sweet, but if I hit you, I bet you you fall Smith & Wesson 500 break the bricks in the wall Hall & Nash, West and Con, nigga, we upper echelon Rap's Dez Bryant and Megatron Hit his stomach with the blammer, blood on my Gammas Had me low in Atlanta, K with the banana Homie this ain't what you want That shit you talkin' only gon' get you in the trunk Before you know it, you've been missin' for a month Hall & Nash, yeah, shout out my nigga Monk Ayo, the great adventure of Fresh Wes Can't forget the TEC on the dresser, the Flygod in the flesh Yeah I only praise one nigga, that's ChineGun Been to the Feds twice, the price to pay for a mean run Baggin' up G packs in the Bellagio Room service brought me 12-12 bags to run on the third floor I don't want to sell cocaine no more But I'll be God damned if my rims touch the lux Brianni'd down in the Benz truck Word to grab your property, you gettin' sent up ConAir at Oklahoma, 'bout fifty niggas shackled Trading honey buns for a mackerel What you know about burgers on a Wednesday? Shotgun shells where your kids play Sandbox covered with red tops, Chine gettin' high Street sweeper, swiss cheese the nigga 14881055, it's me live I'm a black man, and I don't know how to sing And I don't know how to dance And I don't know how to preach to no congregation I'm too small to be a football hero And I'm too ugly to be elected mayor When I watch TV, and I see all them people in all them fine homes they livin' And all them nice cars they drive and I get all full of ambition Now you tell me what I'm supposed to do with all this ambition I got?