Yo Haze, who they better than I'm a veteran Now they say "Yo, he tryna be American" That's a joke, you a wanker with no skills May is dope, and his gangster is so real Plus, who run the town like we I have New York writers tryna sound like me From a what to a where A clap to a grin Hot to this shit, feds of a Loc to a Crip Hid the game, I'm here now, the blitzers came Glist the chain, driveby with the Range See back in New York I would flip the 'caine And hit the strip with bricks 'til them chips exchanged See Funk Flex to Dame, Cam'ron and Jimmy, yes Fred and E, the whole gang is with me If you didn't listen then, understand me now Dipset, Roc-A-Fella, we family now, ow Ma, just a little letter from your son Just to let you know I'm doing fi-ine Everyday on the block Whether rain or snow I'm stuck on my gri-ind Ma, you ain't gotta pay no bills (no bills) You know that your sons heart is real (so real) So stick with me, I'ma get those mils And make sure that success is sealed You hear me holla at ya We G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R I never had a dream of being a rock star I'm a block star Flip yay, get paid errday Hoppin' in and out of hot cars, come on That's why I say to the hoes "Let's roll 'round town, so hop in my six and roll around, come on" And we can take it to the hills, we can chill I work with the piff, you working my dick Now neck, neck, yeah, yeah That's how I get wit' 'em, neck in 'em Leave a little me's a little vex in 'em Yeah I'm disrespectin' 'em Now I'm with R-O-C, they wanna F wit' him When I was broke, didn't want sex wit' him No interest in him Wouldn't invest in him Now my pinky, wrist, and neck blingin' They drink my kids, cheers, that was excellent Ma, just a little letter from your son Just to let you know I'm doing fi-ine Everyday on the block Whether rain or snow I'm stuck on my gri-ind Ma, you ain't gotta pay no bills (no bills) You know that your sons heart is real (so real) So stick with me, I'ma get those mils And make sure that success is sealed You hear me holla at ya Yo this is heartfelt, it's what my heart felt I spit heat to the beat, make your heart melt I'm the author, like cancer I'm so I'll I've been grindin' and rhyming with no deal Tryna be me, I ain't into TT What you thinkin' I'm flossin' cuz you see me on TV We been rappin' for life, now rap is my life So I give you incite when I rap about life Ay yo, straight from the beginning We make it and win it It's great how I be feeling that faith like it's religion My destiny's to shine, deep up on my grind You just speakin' through the rhymes Need to read between the lines I was born to do it, beyond the music My foundation at home was strong, you knew it My moms been through it Year and out, May and Mega gon' make hits Straight flip then bring the chaddar home, I'm gone Haha, bitch Ma, just a little letter from your son Just to let you know I'm doing fi-ine Everyday on the block Whether rain or snow I'm stuck on my gri-ind Ma, you ain't gotta pay no bills (no bills) You know that your sons heart is real (so real) So stick with me, I'ma get those mils And make sure that success is sealed You hear me holla at ya