[Intro]

There be just a young man that be asked, I, why am I a Rasta man?

Nigga know this a whole lot of Bleeda shit (Mercy Beatz, nigga), nigga

No real Rasta, you know? (Many people see I, many people ask, choose now, pussy)

And them bitches still certified, you know? (I'm tryna find Rico)

Why am I a Rasta man?

Pure rock (Who the fuck is Rico?), you a saint, you heard me?

You know, in a Bleeda situation you get caught in, all you gon' do is bleed

You know that switch a situation, I don't need a nigga seein' my shit

You ain't no fuckin' stepper, lil' boy

Get off my dick

Whole lot of Bleeda shit

Look

[Chorus]

Ol' dick-ridin', dick-hoppin' ass niggas (Many people see I, many people ask)

I'ma bleed ya, bitch, you better keep your pistol on you (Why am I a Rasta man?)

This the shit in the song, watch me knock your dome loose (Many people see I, many people ask)

Treat you just like a bitch and, nigga, open-palm you (Why am I a Rasta man?)

Like, for real, I got skills, tell me what it is

Late night, I'm rollin', loaded

I'm with my partner, full of pills (Uh)

Get in the way and watch you die, fuck how a nigga feel (Uh)

Stupid-bitch fucked 'round and got jacked

Bro, get him out his gear

Walk down with that switch attached

That blatt what they ain't tryna hear (Many people see I, many people ask)

.38 so fuckin' loud, you might wan' hold your ear (Why am I a Rasta man?)

We get the call, push up, we ballin' 'nem soon as we see 'em (Many people see I, many people ask)

We get the call, push up, we ballin' 'nem soon as we see 'em (Why am I a Rasta man?)

[Verse 1]

Uh, step on you, I'll rep on 'nem

Ain't no helpin' 'nem

Step on you, fuck all of that

I be 'bove the rim

Out my fuckin' noggin', chopper poppin' at your posse

Have 'em runnin', duckin', dodgin'

And they want me to stop the violence

Well, tell that bitch stop all that hollerin'

Fuck that

Matter of fact, I got it

Boom, blam (Down the street in Scotland, moment of silence)

[Chorus]

Ol' dick-ridin', dick-hoppin' ass niggas (Many people see I, many people ask)

I'ma bleed ya, bitch, you better keep your pistol on you (Why am I a Rasta man?)

This the shit in the song, watch me knock your dome loose (Many people see I, many people ask)

Treat you just like a bitch and, nigga, open-palm you (Why am I a Rasta man?)

Like, for real, I got skills, tell me what it is

Late night, I'm rollin', loaded

I'm with my partner, full of pills (Uh)

Get in the way and watch you die, fuck how a nigga feel (Uh)

Stupid-bitch fucked 'round and got jacked

Bro, get him out his gear

Walk down with that switch attached

That blatt what they ain't tryna hear (Many people see I, many people ask)

.38 so fuckin' loud, you might wan' hold your ear (Why am I a Rasta man?)

We get the call, push up, we ballin' 'nem soon as we see 'em (Many people see I, many people ask)

We get the call, push up, we ballin' 'nem soon as we see 'em (Why am I a Rasta man?, huh)

[Verse 2]

Uh, uh

We pop the trunk, mm, baow (There be just a young man that be asked)

Leave him in that bitch ( I, why am I a Rasta man?)

Big-ass chopper, I won't miss with this

They tryna put me in the fishin' net, but I'm too raw for that (Many people see I, many people ask, for that)

He crossed the gun line and got a tombstone for crossin' that (Why am I a Rasta?)

Let off eighty-four by myself, it ain't no fuckin' Randy Moss on me

I be on that hawkin' shit, catch him slippin', ball the bitch (Uh)

Who you want? All of 'em

You on this car, follow 'em

'Til we pull up and handle business, and kill all of 'em (Look, look)

I'm 'bout my chicken, 'bout my revenue (Many people see I, many people ask)

Blow your fuckin' face, I thought I told your stupid ass, "Don't move" (Why am I a Rasta man?)

I be with them goons behind them murders while we smokin' shroom (Many people see I, many people ask)

Catch your flunky and sweep his ass (Huh, huh, why am I a Rasta man?)

He was slow, couldn't jump the broom

Who want nothin' but hats?

Bro come in through the front, I come in through the back

Clutchin' a stick with that Micro, bitch

The first thing I see, niggas-ass gettin' whacked

She lay on a cookie, like, 'cause she brownin' on this blatt (Huh)

SRT on the back of my gat

Front row squeeze, you hear that blatt (Hear that blatt)

[Outro]

Like, you know (Many people see I, many people ask)

(Mercy Beatz, nigga)

When you caught in a Bleeda situation (Why am I a Rasta man?), all you gon' do is bleed

(Better choose now, pussy), you gon' bleed

(I'm tryna find Rico), brrt

(Who the fuck is Rico?)

(Many people see I, many people ask)

Huh? Hold up (Why am I a Rasta man?)

Stomp it

Uh, you know, you catch a nigga, you heard me?

You catch a nigga fumblin', you heard me?

Lil' dude, what you doin'?

Ayy, look, let me show you how to creep up

Walk down, all ten