[Verse 1]
Went to sleep real, woke up realer
Goon affiliated, ex drug dealer
Resume solid, street cred bigger
Clique full of soldiers, all of us killas
Never seen one, I'm what they call a real nigga
Pockets full of cash, body full of liquor
Put my whips on it, but he ain't triller
If I don't know ya homie..
Hands on the pistols..
[Chorus 1x: Trey Songz]
You lookin' at da man..
Stacks and rubber bands (yup), action for the cameras
You can ask the fans cause, they say I'm da man
Watch me pull my pants (up)
Watch me do my dance (yup)
Stacks and rubber bands (yup)
You lookin' at da man..
Whips bout 22's, toasting when I move
Askin' what it do
You lookin' at da man..
Watch me pull my pants (up)
Watch me do my dance (yup)
Stacks and rubber bands (yup)
[Verse 2]
Key to the city, name carry weight
I don't FUCK with niggas...
Most of 'em fake..
You wet behind the ears, jumped off the porch late
Where I'm from homie, home of the goons aid
Came up slow all off of shake
Grandma dyin', hard to be straight
Just left court, my dog lost his case
They gave him life homie..
All for the 28's..
[Chorus: 1x]
[Verse 3]
Product of the hood, came from the gutta
Been through it all, still remain a hustla
Ride or die homie, before I fuckin' struggle
Choppa game serious, got it from my brotha
Learned the hard way, streets dont love ya
Snitchin' at a high, dope game in trouble
Whip game shaky, then you gon' suffer
I'm da man homie, can't deny it sucka
[Chorus]
