I gotta leave this crazy place, but my feet won't budge
The niggas always ask am I a Crip or a Blood?
I am what I am and that's all I can stands
I can't stands no more so I'ma scram
Sell me a couple of ki's and buy a crib far away
A place that the map don't say
Cause I'm gettin kinda timid, at first I was with it
Talk about jack moves, I did it
I took cars, snatched jewelry, and boy I'd run
With the colored rag over my gun
And there was times I had to pop fools *BLAM*
Because they didn't believe that the Glock rules
When I say get out, get out! And I might not shoot
Then I'm off to put your Dayton's on my Coupe
But nowadays I have to figure
What goes around comes around for the triflin nigga
Back in the days I used to stand on the block with my box
Watchin my boy run up to cars and sell rocks
He was young and bold, lot of money and gold
Kept a gat on hold in case suckers tried to roll
A car stops, he trots, yellin here comes the cops
He's only sixteen, but he's braver than his pops
His mother and father, smoke crack like I drink brew
Survival's on his mind so he serves them too
School isn't important, he's importin big packages
Across the border, a little shorter than a million quarters
All the women ride his jock like a jockey
He says "I'm on top, there ain't a cop who could stop me"
But confidence, is his best defense
At night he carries a gauge he fit inside of his trench
He says "A punk try to run up, I'mma pull the trigger"
What goes around comes around for the triflin nigga!
I heard one-time wanna peel my cap
For the gangster rap to make niggas start fightin back
But I don't even give a fuck
Pass the AK, and one-time better duck *automatic fire*
Cause I don't give a fuck about a piece of tin
I *scratch* shit off your chest and then grin
And move on to the next motherfucker
Cops ain't nuttin but the Klan undercover
And they be lynchin motherfuckers up nightly
That's why they need mo' motherfuckers like me
To stand on the scene and pull the *trigger*
Cause I'm a triflin nigga