(feat. Nas)

[talking]

Uh yea, yea, yea

Let's Go Niggas [laugh]

C'mon nigga, C'mon nigga



[Chorus 2x]

I be dippin in tha twilight, wit gangstas,

Smokin weed up in my ride life

the same stuff, its still a bitch

livin like I'm rich

bang broads call me Mr. International

ghetto stars



[Verse 1]

Yo' I talk like a champion,walk like a champion,

body like a god, and I promise that Nas will hit you off,

flow like a gangsta, blum bum bum bum bum

bustin like dummies, so mami you come and lick

it off, I stay right,  purple haze'd outfit stay on my ?

blood stay in my mouf, ? layed out

tequila sunrise and five 6's

surprise bitches 

Nas from the trenches, hot as he survived 

This is ?, here for good, Rep fo' my thugs,

plumper than last summer, stomach streched

from tha grub, good livin, good women

I fuck wit straight stallions, bowleg stances

go 'head handsome, but they all scream

my cars lean, hit up, every state,town, city

wit my braveheart team, pretty face,

round tits and ass, stay my queen,

keep a burna in tha trunk, ate all fifteen



[chorus 2x]



[Verse 2]

Yo' if you see me on mtv, don't forget

I'm tha same nigga from QB

Sittin on tha block, hungary & starvin

Imaginin performin' at Madison Square Garden

or Radio City, in New York City 

Bring tha whole hood wit me, gallons of henny

My homie got shot right befo' my eyes,

I got shot too, but I survived

I was just a teenager, never had a pager

always had flava, chasin dat paper

I need dem diamonds, dem new clothes

Pretty hoes, dat Bently Coupe all red like a rose

and everybody knows, my gun goes off

in tha west coast, durty south, and up north

Jungle tha boss, a natural born hustler

I despise suckas, ya punk muthafuckas!



[chorus 2x]



[Verse 3]

Nigga I'm high wit high hopes

fuck tha bullshit, stand up in front of dat

You get tha full clip, I'll beat a nigga senseless

His skin is missin, listen, my knockouts is six

So serious, bang wit a "b" on my chest

Yall niggas is bitches, ya touch me and I'm 

pullin ya dress from stitches to stitchin'

I hate yall niggas, stomp you out like roaches

Can't you see I'm here to get this paper just I'm suppose to

I been a BraveHeart since semen, ? my pops schemin

One thought to get up in my moms jeans and it came to this

It feel like a muthafucka dreamin, but I'm here

Fuck anything another nigga thinkin, see dem BraveHearts,

damn, those my niggas, you got drama wit 'em

Sleep witcha gun unda ya fuckin pillow

This is real thangs, I know shit feels strange

How dem QB niggas do thangs, check dis shit



[chorus 2x]