[Chorus: Stressmatic]
My lil grimey n***a, he don't rap or nothing
The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be busting
He don't love nothing, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you better watch out for him
My lil grimey n***a, he don't rap or nothing
The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be busting
He don't love nothing, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you better watch out for him

[Verse 1: E-40]
When my lil grimey n***a come around fools get nervous
'Cause he ill and sick as the fuck, smirkish, heartless and merciless
His daddy don't claim him even though he looks just like him
His mama been on goup ever since 1990
In and out of foster homes, YA, juvy, still ain't reformed
They say the doctor dropped him on his head when he was born
My lil grimey n***a maney, janky like tricked dice
Never been to church in his life, no conscience, put you on ice
Pack a gun and a knife, aim it right at your brain
Looking like a plate, tuck it or you gon' get took for your chain
Him and his partners manish, Bobby moves mean in the hood [?]
With a AK-47, pistol, handgun, assault weapon
I be tryna tell my lil grimey, "Slow down!" but he ain't listening
Lil n***a hardheaded, look forward to going to prison
Don't care if he make it to 25, he ain't tripping
Fifi, Belushi, and pill, syrup and chacha sniffing
[Chorus: Stressmatic]
My lil grimey n***a, he don't rap or nothing
The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be busting
He don't love nothing, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you better watch out for him
My lil grimey n***a, he don't rap or nothing
The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be busting
He don't love nothing, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you better watch out for him

[Verse 2: E-40]
My lil grimey n***a be lurkin' and prowlin' in the wee hours of the night with the on-demand and his own on sight [?]
Looking to bump heads or cross paths with anybody that he got a problem with
Lurking at the gas station on some old floop shit
Trained and programmed to go, about his dough
A hitter, not a barber but carry an extra clipper
Got hella next of kin cousins and uncles, up out the Rich
El Sobrante and Hercules teach him, taught him how to fish
My lil grimey n***a, all the time right behind me, n***a
On the block with the Glock where you can find me, n***a
They didn't see his face, but everybody knew his name
Everybody knew his name, silhouette, his body frame
I wonder what set he claim? For the money, fuck the fame
Do he make it rain? Hell nah, he gangbang
My lil grimey n***a keep a thumper stashed in his motor
Set to set robbing n***as, he's a floater
[Chorus: Stressmatic]
My lil grimey n***a, he don't rap or nothing
The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be busting
He don't love nothing, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you better watch out for him
My lil grimey n***a, he don't rap or nothing
The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be busting
He don't love nothing, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you better watch out for him