[Verse 1]
I grew up wishing my life would be like the Cosbys
I go that extra mile to escape this ghetto monotony
See how this vicious cycle could f*** wit you psychologically
You best cooperate with the state or become they property
b**** my name be breaking bail from the street to the jailhouse
And it ain't no transaction unless I came wit my scale out
Roll in yo college, I just might f*** up and fail out
f****** b**** after b****, stacking my chips, all I care bout
f*** a GPA, b**** I need a CPA, come and count it up
Thousand thugs be always tryna catch him in a crowd around the bus
Guess it's bout to go down, if you down to f***, then you down wit us
I know hoes that'll smoke a stick, sloppy drunk, and get powdered up
This Corporate Thug World, they like you but they love the realest
Straight Gary gangsta s***, didn't come up off no f****** gimmicks, b****
2Pac ain't back cuz he got set up and shot in the chest
Biggie ain't either, so won't y'all gon let them n***** rest?
[Hook]
I'm 187 proof, streets or the f****** booth
I'm hard to kill like Steven Seagal wit yo f****** troops
Yo choppas ain't chopping s*** if yo n***** ain't down to shoot
And I'm ready to R.I.P. any n**** that y'all recruit
Cuz I'm 187 proof, streets or the f****** booth
I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth
It's Gibbs, b****
[Verse 2]
A walking 187, 187 crazy
Sick like Moammar Gadhafi, straight 187 babies
I reach for that reefer stench and my s*** knocking Brotha Lynch
So lock me in correctional, but you can't fix me or f****** see me
You know who you f****** with? A n**** who got s*** to lose
I got n***** that rob you and rape yo b**** if they in the mood
Check my record, I been a fool, semi autos all in my locker
Flow stupid like I rode the bus to school with Waka Flocka
187 ways to die, b****, this the end
6 n***** put 600 holes in yo 600 Benz
b****, I'm murder proof, I'mma live forever
Duncan block, Virginia street, b****, we the clique together
Ask Pill who the real, bet he mention (Gibbs)
Killing n***** in the 4th Ward, shout out to my n**** Slick
Shout out to my n**** Hit, West side murder cat
Some of my n***** flow, but most of them beat that murder rep
[Hook]
Cuz I'm 187 proof, streets or the f****** booth
I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth
Cuz I'm 187 proof, streets or the f****** booth
I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth
It's Gibbs, b****
I grew up wishing my life would be like the Cosbys
I go that extra mile to escape this ghetto monotony
See how this vicious cycle could f*** wit you psychologically
You best cooperate with the state or become they property
b**** my name be breaking bail from the street to the jailhouse
And it ain't no transaction unless I came wit my scale out
Roll in yo college, I just might f*** up and fail out
f****** b**** after b****, stacking my chips, all I care bout
f*** a GPA, b**** I need a CPA, come and count it up
Thousand thugs be always tryna catch him in a crowd around the bus
Guess it's bout to go down, if you down to f***, then you down wit us
I know hoes that'll smoke a stick, sloppy drunk, and get powdered up
This Corporate Thug World, they like you but they love the realest
Straight Gary gangsta s***, didn't come up off no f****** gimmicks, b****
2Pac ain't back cuz he got set up and shot in the chest
Biggie ain't either, so won't y'all gon let them n***** rest?
[Hook]
I'm 187 proof, streets or the f****** booth
I'm hard to kill like Steven Seagal wit yo f****** troops
Yo choppas ain't chopping s*** if yo n***** ain't down to shoot
And I'm ready to R.I.P. any n**** that y'all recruit
Cuz I'm 187 proof, streets or the f****** booth
I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth
It's Gibbs, b****
[Verse 2]
A walking 187, 187 crazy
Sick like Moammar Gadhafi, straight 187 babies
I reach for that reefer stench and my s*** knocking Brotha Lynch
So lock me in correctional, but you can't fix me or f****** see me
You know who you f****** with? A n**** who got s*** to lose
I got n***** that rob you and rape yo b**** if they in the mood
Check my record, I been a fool, semi autos all in my locker
Flow stupid like I rode the bus to school with Waka Flocka
187 ways to die, b****, this the end
6 n***** put 600 holes in yo 600 Benz
b****, I'm murder proof, I'mma live forever
Duncan block, Virginia street, b****, we the clique together
Ask Pill who the real, bet he mention (Gibbs)
Killing n***** in the 4th Ward, shout out to my n**** Slick
Shout out to my n**** Hit, West side murder cat
Some of my n***** flow, but most of them beat that murder rep
[Hook]
Cuz I'm 187 proof, streets or the f****** booth
I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth
Cuz I'm 187 proof, streets or the f****** booth
I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth
It's Gibbs, b****