Intro (They Callin)

[Interlude] Um, I, I think I've been attacked more than I deserve but that's all good to me Cause I always been a five dollars, always been a soldier, always been a struggler Can't nothing stop me but death itself. Stick to yourself, trust nobody. Trust nobody [Intro] Strictly for the Streets 3 Live House Life Smoking weed, fucking bitches And bombing on bitch ass niggas That's how I sum it up Let's go [Verse 1] Hey look, I could have came on dissing niggas Rapping bitter, talking about all my problems But truth be told aside from all the bullshit Nigga Iceberg still been ballin' Fucking these hoes Living my life Getting high, getting that cash The other night I went to sleep on two bad bitches from too much weed and hash All this money out here and you still hating What the fuck is wrong with your brain For me to fall off, they're still waiting Like they don't see me doing my thing I'm on the top floor, drinking top shelf Getting top from a bitch named Tania And her boyfriend got more than me But she over here getting slaughtered And if somebody hack my iPhone I know a lot of girls who wanna kill me Cause the shit I got on my photo safe just right down fucking filthy I'm a true champ The Prada pimp The Polo blear, that's me I just really started fucking with Versace Hell that's what I did for a whole week Homie I'm that nigga Cause everything I ma get mine And I'm getting that shit off the muscle And don't get sassy If he ain't rocking with me Then that's your bad nigga fuck you I started from the bottom and I'm aiming on top And single handedly I put my city on lock The real young niggas in my state by far So a bitch can't tell me she ain't gone rock, huhhh And the money getting to me so I can't lie I changed But when you go through all the shit I went through It's kind of hard to stay the same The death threats, the fuck niggas While trying to maintain your image And you don't know if he a fan and want a picture Or he really plotting to kill you, preach [Outro] Turn it up on you fuck nigga Count money right And the doors been up But you know that Hold up Hold up Hold up