Parents should go out and play with their kids
`Cause we ain`t no damn role models, real G`s

Right there in between Florida and Mississippi
Mobile Alabama this is Rich Boy city
And the bricks get flipped `cause we close to the water
If ya ain`t gettin` ya dope from me, ni**a, ya oughta

I f**ked the mayor`s daughter, he hate it when I call her
But I`m still ridin` `round in that Beamer that he bought her
There she go now but I`m busy
Gettin` money on the other side of town

So I ain`t a f**kin` clan I`ll split yo` wig
And I ain`t got s**t to do wit` yo` kids
Look, Rich Boy quit doin` hardcore s**t
Lil` ni**a, f**k school, cop five mo` bricks

I see you ballin`, yeah, what`s up?
This is a motherf**kin` stick up
We`ll take yo` s**t and think nothin` about it
We`ll take yo` s**t and think nothin` about it

I`ll fall off at the club, like the thang on my waist, yeah
Then lay down the whole place
We`ll take yo` s**t and think nothin` about it
We`ll take yo` s**t and think nothin` about it

Let me welcome you to my world, Chevy`s and dirt roads
Cheap liquor, pimp ni**as that work hoes
Big trucks, ni**as gettin` they swerve on
Country ni**as ain`t slow, f**k what you heard, homes

Get a Swisher, lit it, switchin` on some killa s**t
Poke out your chest, ball up ya fist, buddy, ya still a bitch
My ni**as ignorant, foolish bunch of belligerents
We hit the VIP, pullin` bitches and spillin` s**t

So if it seem like I`m buzzin`, I`m sholliz
F**kin` wit` my country cousin and them, from Mobile
`Bama bred backwood, ni**as, we so trill
Well, let the foot watch me and lil` Rich gettin` in hoes` ears

What it is? Damn right, we ain`t a role model
Half pints to half a gallon, we drank the whole bottle
That`s why them hoes holla, they know them `bout a dollar
And they might get to ride Impala, if them bitches swa

I see you ballin`, yeah, what`s up?
This is a motherf**kin` stick up
We`ll take yo` s**t and think nothin` about it
We`ll take yo` s**t and think nothin` about it

I`ll fall off at the club, like the thang on my waist, yeah
Then lay down the whole place
We`ll take yo` s**t and think nothin` about it
We`ll take yo` s**t and think nothin` about it

I see the kids wanna rap like me
`Cause ya see me wit` the bitches livin` life on TV
Around in my hood, boys fillin` graves up
Ni**as talkin` that s**t, see the Techs raise up

Hangin` wit` the convicts and my boy attitude
I was f**kin` them the bitches in the back of the school
Can`t you tell, motherf**ker, I was raised by the streets?
F**k you studio gangstas, ni**as reppin` on beats

My uncle doin` fed down in Talladega, bitch
It ain`t s**t you can tell me about Lil` Rich
You better take ya lil` kids to the pastor
`Cause Rich Boy ain`t a role model for them bastards

We ain`t role models
(We be smokin`)
We ain`t role models
(We be drankin`)

We ain`t role models
(We be f**kin` these hoes)
We ain`t role models

I see you ballin`, yeah, what`s up?
This is a motherf**kin` stick up
We`ll take yo` s**t and think nothin` about it
We`ll take yo` s**t and think nothin` about it

I`ll fall off at the club, like the thang on my waist, yeah
Then lay down the whole place
We`ll take yo` s**t and think nothin` about it
We`ll take yo` s**t and think nothin` about it