[Verse 1:]
Young money militia with it
Cash Money business, we missed the hit then your bitch'll get it
Full grown, heart colder than South Fargo
Load the pockets in my cargos for what your car goes
Fuck it I can't complain, die I don't like him anyway
Took for Wayne, Mack, and Stunna to snatch him anyway
Shorty from the DVD, y'all ain't catch him anyway
Thinking look at these bird brains, I'll hatch 'em any day
Take it in acid, I'll put a bird on your bitches
Like, fuck a fashion statement, I state the fashion
Like, I'm straight smashing with an irate passion
Shit, like I hate crashing, rip like I'm late passing
I'm loyal to fam like oil to Sam
I know niggas boiling grams for foil and Spam
I'm on a track like Lebron, not annoying his man
Before the games, clap chalk and ya boy at the lane
Who game?

[Hook:]
Real niggas saying they hardbody
Be the same niggas talking around
Real niggas saying they hardbody
Be the same niggas stuck in the ground
Real niggas saying they hardbody
Be the same niggas jumping the gun
Real niggas saying they hardbody
Be the same niggas pumping a lung

[Verse 2:]
I'm the definition of staying humble
And the militia's the definition of staying mumble
Admitting you ain't in correct position to say