[Verse 1: Los]
Came up from the bottom it ain't nothin' bout my hood sweet
You can stop this ballin' darlin' hope you got some good seats
They be on they bullshit, so I be on my cold shit
I live it up and you ain't slick enough to fuck my old bitch
Haters should salute Los I made it through the loop holes
Looked off by all of you folks but still took off like Badu's clothes
Never lost my cool though, I stack every dollar up
Pull that cherry impala up with my burberry collar up
Lost my pops, lost my cause, lost my deal, lost my mind
I lost marty, he lost his girl, God damn I jus feel lost sometime
Everything that challenge me in some weird way jus balance me
Going through the trenches, I'll show you who your friends is

[Hook: Los & Chris Notez]
Niggas ain't real and bitches be a nuisance
And I don't give em time I jus give em dueces
And I'm rollin with my top down on them haters (dueces)
Pockets full of paper (dueces)
I don't see these niggas I just, I just see em later
Niggas ain't real and bitches me a nuisance
And I don't give em money I just give em dueces
And I'm rollin with my top down on them haters (dueces)
Pockets full of paper (dueces)
I don't see these niggas I just, I just see you later

[Verse 2: Los]
No matter how they view a nigga they gon see my cool side
I ain't trippin my shoes tied, catcha nigga pool side
Better check my resume the homies that I move with
Push a lot of eight balls and never touched a pool stick
Better keep your new chick on a chain and muzzeled up
We walk up in that club I bet them bitches gon' huddle up
Come up with a game plan to be around this fame damn
Now she tellin stories about how she got a lame man
My circle never penetrated, swagga never been de-faded
Niggas get intimidated, bitches get eliminated
I ain't got no problem long as figures gettin genrated
Rumors don't offend me homie can't you see I'm finna make it
Wishin well of wisdom I could take you through the drought
If you gps success it prolly take you to my house
Yea, better learn my swagga everything about me live
Haters suck a dick and die, dueces bitch I'm outty 5

[Hook: Los & Chris Notez]
Niggas ain't real and bitches be a nuisance
And I don't give em time I jus give em dueces
And I'm rollin with my top down on them haters (dueces)
Pockets full of paper (dueces)
I don't see these niggas I just, I just see em later
Niggas ain't real and bitches me a nuisance
And I don't give em money I just give em dueces
And I'm rollin with my top down on them haters (dueces)
Pockets full of paper (dueces)
I don't see these niggas I just, I just see you later