"The Crib" lyrics

I be on the road, you gotta catch me if you can
Girl, I'm tired of fuckin' you, let's spice it up and bring a friend
Please holla, brought a gun when he be tweakin' off the Xan'
They think, don't know how to act, after my show, we fucked a fan
She got a lil' money, she think she that
Ugly face, but she got ass
That's the shit that y'all call bad
She gon' fuck you for a bag
He say he killed, but niggas cap, delusional, his ass a flat
I'm not rootin' from the Raq
I'm not rootin' from the Raq, and that's all

I do it all for my city, why?
Because I got my dogs in the city
You a tourist, you don't even know who to call in the city
Feel like MJ in the '80s, how I ball in the city, and that's all
Yeah, I do it all for the crib, why?
Because I got my heart in the crib
Yeah, I left, but you know that I ain't far from the crib
Boy, I ain't no regular rapper, I'm a star from the crib, oh yeah

Ain't nobody did what I did, and it is what it is
This shit finna feed my kids until my kids have kids
Born real, lived the real
Niggas don't know how it feel to see the fake niggas win
I'm on some fancy shit, unless I jump, I ain't gon' fall off
Ain't no pullin' panties to a savage, take them drawers off
They don't wanna pass the ball to me, they know I ball hog
That bitch talkin' 'bout she a snack, that bitch a boiled hot dog, uh
All these hoes gon' flop it 'cause they think a nigga rich
I feel like Herb, I wanna jet, do these stands 'cause I'm the shit
Thirty shots is at the clip, every day, I take a risk
But as you can see, I was made for this

I do it all for my city, why?
Because I got my dogs in the city
You a tourist, you don't even know who to call in the city
Feel like MJ in the '80s, how I ball in the city, and that's all
Yeah, I do it all for the crib, why?
Because I got my heart in the crib
Yeah, I left, but you know that I ain't far from the crib
Boy, I ain't no regular rapper, I'm a star from the crib, oh yeah