Released: August 13, 2015

Songwriter: TM88 2 Chainz

Producer: TM88

[Intro]
Yeah
I-I think I may have to take it back to like, like 10 years ago, you know?
The Big Meech Era, you feel me?
Real, real motivation for a street nigga
Real, real motivation for a street nigga, ugh

[Verse 1]
Pull up in all color Ferraris, bitches in tiaras
Gettin' head while I'm steering
Everybody else starving, everybody else staring
Shawty got the McLaren and I had the seven
Pulled up at the compound, clothes smellin' like gunpowder (boom)
Salute all the real niggas and real bitches that got they own boss
I was snappin' before Fabo, my raps come with a halo
Went out with Jeezy, we spent pesos like J-bo
Took E’s to the Twenty Grande
He got a pistol on him and twenty grand
A couple things I ain't glorifying is the kids dying and the mommas dying (Scarface)
Everybody need to calm down
Stand right by your homie's side
Gunshots in this motherfucker turn this bitch into a homie-side (yeah)

[Chorus]
Over a million sold they say I'm crossin' over
Oh yeah, the club packed, I should’ve brought a rubber
My whole body inked, my family hardly know me
You know I put that work in just to get a Rollie (I did)
Big Meech era, Japanese Dinner
Trap in these denim (damn)
Ain't stuntin' these women (naaa)
Wood grain steering wheel, I might get a splinter
If this a flexing contest I think we found a winner

[Interlude]
Put this shit down, that shit still burnin', I can smell that moon rock
I got to tell you how that shit started
(real real motivation for a street nigga)
(real, real, real, real, real, real, real)

[Verse 2]
Trapping off the court, on the back porch (I did)
Had that pack ordered, we was backed up (we was nigga!)
That's that good shit, that’s that hood shit (we hood)
You a cute bitch, and your crew thick (I like)
Got a chopper on me the size of pool stick (this long)
With a Blue DaVinci, dog food bricks (Heroin)
Snowman on repeat, rest in peace, Nando
I see Jigg in here I see Quazy too
When brawl wit'you we send them bottles through
We send the marters through, I'm on the Carter 2
Like Tyrese was on the Marta, too
They start calling too, startin' falling through
Got them chickens boy, like a barbecue (tell em)
Talk to lame niggas something we hardly do
I sip the PJ bottle I rock the AP on them. (okay)
I think my rollie harder this an AG party

[Chorus]
Over a million sold they say I'm crossin' over
Oh yeah, the club packed, I should’ve brought a rubber
My whole body inked, family hardly know me
You know I put that work in just to get a Rollie
Big Meech era, Japanese Dinner
Trap in these denim
Trap in these denim
Ain't stuntin' these women
Wood grain steering wheel, I might get a splinter
If this a flexing contest I think we found a winner


[Outro]
I think we found a winner
Uh-oh, flexing contest I think we found a winner
Pull up in some shorts, middle of December
Flex, ooh

2 Chainz

Tauheed Epps better known by his stage name 2 Chainz (born September 12, 1977) is an American rapper who born and raised in College Park, Georgia. He is known for his witty lyrics and unique delivery.

He originally went by the stage name Tity Boi but decided to change his name to signify his growth as an artist.

2 Chainz was originally a member of the duo Playaz Circle (under the name Tity Boi) and an artist under Ludacris' DTP label. Since leaving DTP in 2010, he has signed to Def Jam Records and frequently collaborates with Kanye West’s G.O.O.D. Music label, even though he is not officially a member.