Fa-faFa-fa-fa (bitch)Fa-fa-fa (fa-fa)Yeah, uh, yeah (yeah)Still in this bitch with the same niggas I came withI'ma be honest, I don't feel no painI can't even see you through my shades, bitchOn the West Coast with a bad bitch in my coupeShe's used to the gangbangersOn the East Coast with the Less gangOn the block plottin', thinking 'bout what we takin', yeahOn the road though, gettin' checks, uhWhat a young nigga makin', uhI've been close to the angels, running away from Satan, uhAssalamu alaykum, uhI bring home the bacon, young Sheck WesI do not do haram, uh, I eat the halal, uhPork, I ain't never taste itNever had a nine to five or had the late shiftMoms had to work so I had to raise me, uh'Cause shit was really hard, uh, it's different…