Rock-A-Bye-Bye

What's she on? What's she on?
Y'all know my story (y'all know, ew)
I'm talking about based on a true story
B.Gizzle, heart of the streets
Freedom of speech type shit
My talk, my shit, look (let me talk)

Ain't nobody gave me nothing, got it out the mud
Ain't nobody gave me nothing, I got it in blood
2002, 2003, I was on the run
Eastside Detroit, I linked with the plug
Free my nigga, Big Will, my dog was the shit
He trusted me to go to the end, oh, it's seven brick
I was really down bad, I was on my ass
I hit and left Cash Money, ran through my old stage

Monkey on my bed, getting full of that heroin (nope)
But I was still hood rich with a ghetto past
I swallowed my pride, went back to my old ways
When me and LT was on the block in the old days
Breaking down four and a half, serving two for once
And if a nigga try to take something, we shoot him up
This the story of a nigga that ball 'til he fall (ball)
This the story of a nigga that been through it all

I'm a rock, I done grind, I done shine
One thing I ain't never did is lie
And if you wanna be a tear outside
Can't stop, then it's like a bomb

I'm a rock, I done grind, I done shine
One thing I ain't never did is lie
And if you wanna, we can take it outside
Can't stop, then it's like a bomb

Finally got back on my feet and got my bag up (uh)
When I got back on my feet, I put my pants up (put 'em up)
Represent Louisiana, make them stand up
In the pen, nigga, was a wreck, I done brand up

When I took down and hesitate to run a bag up
I shine for all them nights that my mama ain't had enough
I shine for all them nights that we heavy digging rice
I shine for all the nights that we had to steal like me

I shine for all the nights I was a youngin and still in bikes
Now I'm legendary, neck and wrist full of ice
Now I'm legendary, whole world know my name
B.G.'s a Hot Boy, cool nigga

I'm a rock, I done grind, I done shine
One thing I ain't never did is lie
And if you wanna, we can take it outside
Can't stop, then it's like a bomb

Nigga, I'm a rock, I done grind, I done shine
One thing I ain't never did is lie
And if you wanna, we can take it outside
Can't stop, then it's like a bomb

Yeah, B.Gizzle, heart of the streets
Still too hood to be Hollywood
Back off the gag order
It's that Freedom of Speech shit, nigga
Ain't want me to pop my shit, but I'm popping my shit
Shout-out to my nigga, Bank Road, man
L.A. in this bitch (L.A.)
Named Grape Street, stand up
Not clones for the real niggas