Trunk Rattle

[Produced by DJ Babu & Evidence] [Verse 1] My momma cried the day I got put on the hood Never wished for better days, only wished a nigga would Never been a pump faker, that won't do your boy no good Still shoot it like a free throw, hammers that the chicos get Daddy threw it off the glass like a bank shot, shit I'm just trying to get the money that the bank got flip Like a monster truck, banging never disturbed me That's the only time I see niggas balling without a jersey At apartments we used to loot, them poppy niggas'll shoot Homies taught me 2N's ain't need no friends I need a black panamera with the black 2-10's Told my momma I would make it so the story begins Begins [Hook] Trunk rattle like a body in that bitch Catch a body in this bitch, check the body on my bitch Mafuckas talkin' shit til' you show up where they live Mafuckas talkin' shit til' you show up where they live, nigga Got a whole lot of problems at the crib Got a chopper at the crib since I hopped up out the crib, nigga [Verse 2] Tell me what's the deal, I'm trying to make a mil or somethin' Tell me how you feel, these haters want a hundred So it's cameras in the crib, cock hammers in the whip Champagne for the pain, gram stacked up in the spliff Blow the back out on the bitch who only want you for the dough you got We know they know you know, but still we got them hoes up in the spot Getting hot and bothered sinning in this sign of smoke I put that on my momma, not a nigga living that stop the show Promise that we did it way before we ever heard of rap Niggas say they shooters, where your jersey at? We catch you where you lurking at Been to hell and church and back, all in granny Cadillac Matter fact she had that Eldorado parked on Colorado Called us if she had a problem, cousin Jerry had a rocket Back when Common had you tryna to read Qu'rans and go to college But forget about it [Hook]