I Bet

Who gon' tell me I can't, Who gon' tell me I won't

I was raised to be a man, Ima stay ten toes

In the duffle, rubber bands, blue faces we know

Better tell them quit playing 'fore we take them to war

Better tell them boys to chill, better tell them to smoke

Cuz the homies really trippin, they be doing the most

They go shooting where you at, then get rid of the ghost

Don't go asking 'bout what happened

Shit, I wouldn't even know

Busted missions in the desert where the grass don't grow

This type of pressure breaking backs, but the real don't fold

In situations I'm relaxed, gotta keep it composed