(feat. LiveSosa)

(Intro)
I love my life, I lean it down
I pray tonight, I see the light
And I go along
Yeah, yeah

(Hook)
As I count my N's in the back of the Jeep
My young niggas, my young niggas
They say they wanna be like me
They say they wanna ball like me
I pour it up!
Four, four 15's
And they beatin' down the block
And the police on my [bad word] 
I bent the corner and smashed
I bent the corner and smashed
All these hoes be calling
I'm picking up this paper now
The streets be calling me

(Verse)
Four 15's got the police on red alert [bad word] down hard beatin', sounding like a concert
Slick B, he hooked it up, got everything sounding fine
Now I'm flipping, flopping, swapping Kenwoods and amps
Killing them!
You don't like my rim, you ain't feeling them
I go home and tighten my shoes [bad word] back on some spinnin' ones
Beacon, hide real low from the thing
My tag rattle, plus my mirrors shake, it can't be legal
I hide boy in a Chevelle with big guap boy
Sideway, been in the corner with no top boy
I'm hurting them, man I got the whole hood shaking
Gold 26s got the whole hood hating

(Hook)
As I count my N's in the back of the Jeep
My young niggas, my young niggas
They say they wanna be like me
They say they wanna ball like me
I pour it up!
Four, four 15's
And they beatin' down the block
And the police on my [bad word] 
I bent the corner and smashed
I bent the corner and smashed
All these hoes be calling
I'm picking up this paper now
The streets be callin' me

(Verse 2)
Turn the music down, when they holler I don't hear em tho
Especially when my favorite song is beatin' on the radio
I'm looking at em man, like who the [bad word] is y'all
Betta mind your [bad word] business man and let a youngsta ball
 [bad word] down your block, knocking pictures off the walls
So [bad word] 3 rhyme baggin' [bad word] out the mall
I'm a giant, high, just like Gucci Mane or ridin' time fly
You should see their head turn, when I ride, flyin by
Beating, got the whole neighborhood shaking
Them hoes be like, "what's happening?" they're my motivation!
I'm hurting them, man I got the whole world geeked
I snap my steerin' wheel and make the whole car beat

(Hook)
As I count my N's in the back of the Jeep
My young niggas, my young niggas
They say they wanna be like me
They say they wanna ball like me
I pour it up!
Four, four 15's
And they beatin' down the block
And the police on my [bad word] 
I bent the corner and smashed
I bent the corner and smashed
All these hoes be calling
I'm picking up this paper now
The streets be callin' me