Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go, *****s
C'mon, *****

I be dippin' in the twilight with gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life, the same stuff
It's still a *****, livin' like I'm rich, bang broads
Call me Mr. International, ghetto stars

I be dippin' in the twilight with gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life, the same stuff
It's still a *****, livin' like I'm rich, bang broads
Call me Mr. International, ghetto stars

Yo, I talk like a champion, walk like a champion
Body like a God an' I promise that Nas a hit you off
Flow like a gangsta, brum bum bum bum bum
Bustin' like dummies, so mami, you come an' lick it off

I stay right, purple hazed out, fifth stay on my hip
Blunt stay in my mouth, Patron laid out
Tequila sunrisin', five sixes, surprise *****es
Nas from the trenches, how does he survive?

This is ten years, here for good, rep for my thugs
Plumper than last summer, stomach stretch from the grub
Good livin', good women, I ***k wit straight stallions
Bowleg stances, go 'head, handsome

What they all scream? My cars' lean
Hit up every state, town, city wit my Braveheart team
Pretty face, round ***s an' ***, stay my queen
Keep a burner in the trunk, AR-15

When I'm dippin' in the twilight with gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life, the same stuff
It's still a *****, livin' like I'm rich, bang broads
Call me Mr. International, ghetto stars

I be dippin' in the twilight with gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life, the same stuff
It's still a *****, livin' like I'm rich, bang broads
Call me Mr. International, ghetto stars

If you see me, on MTV
Don't forget, I'm the same ***** from Q.B.
Sittin' on the block, hungry an' starvin'
Imaginin' preforming at Madison Square Garden

Or Radio City an' New York City
Bring the whole hood wit me, gallons o' Henny
My homey got shot right before my eyes
I got shot too, but I survived

I was just a teenager, never had a pager
I always had flava, chasin' that paper
I need them diamonds an' new clothes, pretty hoes
That Bentley, Coupe, all red like a rose

An' everybody knows, my gun goes off
In the West coast, Dirty South an' up north
Jungle, the boss, a natural born *******
I dissed by suckas an' punk motha***kas

When I'm dippin' in the twilight with gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life, the same stuff
It's still a *****, livin' like I'm rich, bang broads
Call me Mr. International, ghetto stars

I be dippin' in the twilight with gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life, the same stuff
It's still a *****, livin' like I'm rich, bang broads
Call me Mr. International, ghetto stars

*****, I'm high wit high hopes, ***k the ********
Stand up in front of that, you get the full clip
I beat a ***** senseless, his skin is missin'
Listen, my knockouts is six, so serious

Bang wit a B on my chest, y'all *****z is *****es
You touch me an' I'm pullin' your dress, a snitch is a snitch
An' I hate y'all *****z, stomp you out like roaches
Can't you see, I'm here to get this paper
Just like I'm supposed to?

I've been a Braveheart since ***** cesspool, my pop's schemin'
One thought to get up in my mom's jeans
An' it came to this, it feel like a motha***ka's dreamin'
But I'm here, ***k anythin' another ***** thinkin'

See them Bravehearts, damn, those my *****z
You got drama wit 'em?
Sleep with yo' gun under the ***kin' pillow
This is real thangs, I know **** feel strange
How dem Q.B. *****z do thangs, check this ****, *****

When I'm dippin' in the twilight with gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life, the same stuff
It's still a *****, livin' like I'm rich, bang broads
Call me Mr. International, ghetto stars

I be dippin' in the twilight with gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life, the same stuff
It's still a *****, livin' like I'm rich, bang broads
Call me Mr. International, ghetto stars