[talking:]

Mic check, one-two

Mic check, yeah



[Hook: x2]

You ain't gotta love me, niggaz playa hating why you hating on me

Look into my eyes, tell me what you see

Now they talking down, on these Clover Geez

But nigga you'll see, you ain't gotta love me



[C-Note:]

I'm the first nigga throwing punches

Lay a nigga on his back flat, as if they was doing crunches

Y'all niggaz feel the heat, and y'all losing countries

Y'all niggaz feeling sweet, and we got the munchies

My rap lyrics, eat boys up

And my same, had me beating boys up

Ten years in the game, still independent

Southwest shut down, nigga still in it

Nigga still win it, nigga still spend it

Ain't dropped in a while, but the DJ still spin it

Niggaz hating on me, but they waiting on me

Like them new A-1's, anticipating on me

Can't wait, for the album to drop

Can't wait for the mom and pop's, to get the shit that's hot

The type of shit, that you can bump on your block

The type of shit, that make you run from the cops is you with it or not



[Hook x2]



[C-Note:]

Boys is scared, boys prepared

To make history, y'all niggaz bout to bring out the best of me

Got a problem, I'm right here

Where Texas be, I'm where the restless be

And we up all night, like on extasy

Keep a fine lil' mama, right next to me

And if you try to run up, ain't no testing me

Boy bad for your health, lik aspestis be

And I'm down, with the 4200 block

And we let them thangs fly, without no warning shots

Cause it's on, they run track the way they catching out

Six screens in a Lac, when we pulling out

It's VVS, say they five

Don't hate I'm just trying to survive, and keep my ass alive

Everyday, it's a struggle and strive

You know we trying to get that green like chives, my niggaz keeping it live



[Hook x2]



[C-Note:]

So keep hating mayn, adds fuel to my fire

Like that endo nigga, get me high and high

Four ki's in the tire, rest my main desire

But the streets keep me hot, so I'm the main supplier

Tell a nigga like a bitch, you ain't gotta love me

While I'm up in VIP, sipping yellow bubbly

And I travel round the world, in that new G-4

Touch down in the city, show you how shit go

More ice than the snow, they like you can see me

In the candy black paint, or the Lamborghini

Got girls in bikinis, taking it off

Blowing blunts, while in the backyard playing the golf

Three mill on a house, and I'm still independent

And I can see, why you hating on my Clover pendant

I'm shining, like a shiny lil' star

There go C-Note in that shiny new car, oh boy



[Hook x4]



[talking:]

Uh, what what what what what

You ain't gotta love me, what

Gotta love, you ain't gotta love

You ain't gotta love me

Let's get it cracking mayn

See miss whatever nigga, you know what it do