Halftime Show

[Verse]

Look, Look, Look, Look, Nigga

And my hat to the back with a brew in the hand

Like the Mac in the frat but I failed math class

Drinking, Olde English and that's that

Now a nigga rap for the racks

Shout out to the pack

Tone, Meez, and my nigga Matt

Yeah I said the Mack, but a matter of fact you can call me Jack

Try and put me in the box but I ain't having that

I can not be trapped, but I could ignore rap

Man please, we gone be good regardless

Through the rain and the hardships cause God is aware where my heart is

We got this, young gardeners

Accomplished a lot and I just started

So pardon me, I'm usually modest, but now I got to be brutally honest

I'm riding around like the Uzi's and all with not giving a fuck

The bitches talk tough cause they trying to get us to fuck

But I don't ever listen when we groupies is talkin'

I know that coochie is tarnished

Shit, Bitch you acting like my group be retarded

You can't fool me at all

Shit, I'll be damned

It's more "fuck you and Uncle Sam"

You on the same damn team with the same damn dream

At my halftime show tryin' to fuck up my bands

Trying to fuck up my bands

Man y'all niggas can't fuck with my band

Too many niggas with the trumps in they hands, Dddr!

Now mother fuckers can't stand and

I can't stand when you niggas play, dog

When it come to new heart, LA nigga

Blood or Crip man you know you gotta say Cozz

What you thought? I was gone be in the hood forever?

I'm no Jedi, and I, got a feeling when I get to the money I'll be good forever

Doesn't Cody Macc and cheese sound so good together?

Doubt me, nigga you should never

I spit lines that go over your head but your neck still could get severed

You could be clever, but I spit the stupid bars and y'all fools just listen

Man ya'll fools just trippin'

Mother fucker

And that's real, mother fucker

And that's really real, mother fucker

One time for the, one time for the dollar signs

One time for the, one time for the hoes

I'm off that Grey Goose, Yeah!