Verse 1:

Deadly nights – you should've never wanted to fight
me - but I'll be back – and it's gone be deaf- talking
watches in the bed with the farmer - they hit you with
a commas - and you working for the dirty naughty –
want you show some respect to somebody – in the party
– lit up like lights- you cant battle me – you prob'ly
ain't gone even fight

Chorus:

Bitch get your muthafucking mind right – you messing
around with shit – that might get you killed- what
the hell do I need you for- nothing I count cash daily
- bitch you think I'm working jobs - want enter – something
good- bitch I'm from the fucking hood

Verse 2:

You in your new dress – you done sit up – and faced
what you wanted - but they brung - it up to me in stitches
- and they case clogs – on logging bitches - and they
are in the pillow case freely – now that they are not
herd of- you just in the one to enter- no seriously
you in your decibel – and you wondering what the hell I came for

Chorus:

Bitch get your muthafucking mind right – you messing
around with shit – that might get you killed- what
the hell do I need you for - nothing I count cash daily-
bitch you think I'm working jobs- want enter – something
good - bitch I'm from the fucking hood

Verse 3:

Now that the ride is scented – like some perfume- with
only niggas in it – you riding or you ain't riding
– I always ride - in the side of my mental not my mind-
I escaped – but waited for the logic's- in the prospect
on identify – you can identify – what you cant figure out
nigga's in they pussy ass moments- the close gated getting these warrants-
Chorus:

Bitch get your muthafucking mind right – you messing
around with shit – that might get you killed- what
the hell do I need you for - nothing I count cash daily-
bitch you think I'm working jobs- want enter – something
good- bitch I'm from the fucking hood

Verse 4:

Now the opposite of a nigga will be the pussy lips-
the shank in the gift – you just don't know – how to
do this you picturing perfect – your muthafucka heart
is now in services - but the preacher- don't need you
– fuck bitch I don't need you – and your – and the
cultivation – and the demonstration – and the close breeze.