[Verse 1:]
Fuck niggas, spark the weed up,
Shit been watered down, the rap game, they need us,
Real niggas to intervene, they interject,
Got a bitch naked, got some neck in the ‘Vette and I'm finna jet,
Finna get fucked up in this bitch, that's on fin,
Poppin' yoppers, fuck the coppers, sell narcotics, nigga, we bring that on in,
Bitch, I'm a problem, got your columns full of losses, no wins,
Gary gangsta, fuck with Chicago niggas out that Low End.
Much love to my nigga Mikey, threw muzzles off in they mouth,
Nigga hittin' licks where we reside for unspecified amounts,
Stuff the mattress full of merch, .40 calibers in the couch,
Guess I'm on the high seat, rob me, you won't make it out.
I can make her shout, but my attitude might just make her pout,
Find me charming till she really found out what I was about,
My recreation, occupation, invading a nigga house,
Smokin' and ridin'. I ain't high when I'm drivin'? I highly doubt it.
And I don't believe these rap niggas,
You can front for your fans, but I know it's an act, nigga,
Judge a man by his character and not by his wealth,
A real G, I never kissed niggas or shot myself.
Gangsta Gibbs!
[Chorus:]
I'm number one, number one with a bullet,
Bring your guns, fifty shots when I pull it,
Make 'em run, make you mothafuckas bleed,
Only fuck with real G's, public enemies.
[Verse 2:]
Probably be murdered for some shit that I said,
I'd be a legend out this mothafucka breathing or dead,
But y'all don't hear me, these uppity bitches, they all fear me,
Fuck a diamond on your finger, I guess it's the dog in me.
Ain't no hog in me, I'm swine-free, tough as the Iron Sheik,
Nine G's for the nine piece, how you define me?
A student of the thug nigga, drug dealer college,
Majored in robbing and graduated with honors.
Seein' clearly through Dolce Gabbana's and marijuana fog,
Niggas tryna vulture the culture, mothafuck all of y'all!
Dickblowers, rapper reality shows, y'all just attention whores,
Don't give a fuck if I set a record or win awards.
I'm just blessed to be out here livin' life,
Givin' these niggas hell, so reckless with everything I write,
Shit got me wishin' DMX had never hit the pipe,
Pun ain't never died and Big L was still here to bless the mic.
[Chorus:]
I'm number one, number one with a bullet,
Bring your guns, fifty shots when I pull it,
Make 'em run, make you mothafuckas bleed,
Only fuck with real G's, public enemies.