[Talking: Neef Buck]

I don't wanna help the beat, just give me the heat

First love yourself, niggas

[Verse 1: Neef Buck]

Cigar lit, and I'm sipping Reisland

Gained a lil weight, yeah, I've been eating

Some bitches caught the vapors, now they're speaking

I'm a D-Boy, no decoy, it ain't no secret

You're emotional, insecure, all the above

Bucky never paid for drugs, I got a real plug

You never been to war, or never cooked raw

Tell the truth, you're just my young boy's young boy

I've been around and still at it

Big bezel on the watch nigga, that's 20 karats

You never had shit, guess that's why you act funny

Ain't got to boast or brag, I'm used to the money

Fuck you gonna show me I ain't seen already?

It take more to impress me cuz I've been heavy

I've been hitting hoes, flipping O's, doing shows

You was a fan first, now you're acting so so

[Talking: Martin Luther King]

[Verse 2: Neef Buck]

Money, power, fame, that ain't for everybody

Especially when you grow up broke, you was a nobody

That shit'll drive you crazy, popping pills, sipping syrup

Yes men, won't say a word

That might just be your downfall, but you're gonna learn

You ain't special, everybody gets a turn

Hoes gonna flock for whoever hot, easy to get there

It's hard to keep the spot

Stand up guy, I always been that

Little 12 month run, niggas'll end that

Got a bunch of male groupies stroking your ego

Making threats on the net, that ain't the G-Code

You ain't gonna kill nothing, see nothing die

Next time at a nigga if you want a reply

Rap beef, we don't entertain, that's for them lames

I'm the one that got the money, and stayed the same

[Verse 3: Neef Buck]

This don't taste like beef, this is kool-aid sweet

Sweet, one of my sons is bumping their gums

Fuck you gonna shoot me with your registered gun?

And, wait there on the scene till them pigs'll come

I ain't the one to make no threats or disrespect

But niggas out of line need a reality check

Got damn drugs got you thinking everybody hate ya

And it don't mean he ain't eating cuz he ain't got your paper

I try to motivate, you try to put em down

That's why there's places in the city you can't come around

You know the stripes I got, you've been through Nicetown

On Grant street, alone, I've moved a 1,000 pounds

And, that's bagged up, not a weight sale

Yeah, I've been lined up, but I never tell

Every D-boy I know, niggas done took a and "L"

Wrong place at the wrong time, that's how you went to jail