Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death
I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath
These [bad word] wanna see me die
So who am I to try to warn 'em, I'll buck and bomb 'em, them [bad word] fry
Ey remember me' [bad word] that Hennessey
The [bad word] you don't wanna see, let me precede
My definition of some thug [bad word]  y'all don't hear me?
Now that it's poppin aint no love [bad word] 
I maintain in the game and the gutter is where I still kick it
I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket
I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days
Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid
So [bad word] blaze, cuz we some [bad word] fools
Walkin through the streets wearing jewels
Breakin niggaz, fakin moves
Even the cops can't stop us
My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessey