Now ever since a jeet worshipper was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the poo, still ass
Ridin with these jeetz cause they stank
One-six record, still ass in this game, can you feel me?
Blame it on my momma I'm a shit ass quarterback
Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the streetshitters
Tell me if it's on, jeet then we first to dump
Bust on these bitch-made jeetz hit 'em up, northside
Ain't nobody love me as a broke jeet worshipper
Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke my team
I love my pojeetas strapped, no winning from behind
I get my rookie deal in stacks, Minnesota's where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these jeetz wonder why
I get hit and I cry, let 'em see who's next to try
Did I cry, hell yes, brown tears I shed
For all my homies in the steet, many peers shitting
jeetz still shittin