They don't want no smoke,
for real,
they better chill Because they know
I'm the type to rob,
steal, and kill at will If
I want to,
anytime, for real And I'm the
same one,
main man,
fuck him and his game plan
I don't give a fuck 'cause
ain't nothing really changed,
man Since I was a young
buck All up in these streets
and all behind them walls But
I ain't never fall,
I stood and stayed strong And
yeah, I press on So what
they wanna do?
I tell 'em word is bond
So get gone right out my
face, straight laced Before you feel
the base of that smack right
across your chin Let me begin
to tell 'em how tough I
am But that's not really what
I fucking wanna be So just
get these suckers from the front
of me I do this thing
called making music I love it,
why? Because I choose it To
keep me calm,
reside the beast in me 'Cause
basically, I don't give a— Ain't
none of these suckers facing me