[Vere 1: Motherf'ers can't rhyme no more 'bout slime no five white pure cause I'm so raw Drip rocks till I climb no more Became a hot boy the 504 of the p and the pies go forth Damn near free, I need a five, four more What you see you tell me in like the first scene in Belly Like let 'em in though, Timbs, leather trench coat Mac 10, let the clip go, [?] where I send those What Niggas been broke [?] send you a with your kids toked Bluh, bluh, blood They this caddy, came back with bloods everywhere Trunk of the Vic, kept drugs heavy there You it was '96, Jesus head heavy here Now I'm rich ''look, boy I'm over them'' Trying to play fantasy football Hov and them Pick check, shit, I took more than both of 'em School my little bro, I look forward to 'em Yeah, now I just another watch I just drove up the lot another drop My stop 95th then hit the butterspot The feds got me on shit that get my mother hot
[Verse 2: matter, on a mission, baby, listen I put myself in position, man, it's a tradition My pops blood in vein I got So two things I can never do is change and They don't understand the pain or the I got weren't there when them people came and changed them locks ever That's why [?] don't more [?] and these stupid still slow You still slow for real though, you hear for? Ain't trying to hear nothing till a bullet hit his Can you me now, we rising I got game and I should've an [?] Live for my people and die for my people I'd go to for my people, hope I get mail from my people I'd raise for my people, shoot it out with the devil Then head to Cincinnati, told 'em I'm about whatever for my people, how soon Who want easy, that autotune Listen, I got you, I'mma keep it Ratchet on me, ain't got no homies, my people, people People, people, my the Corleone Wow, let off the 40 that while I'm with people They gon have to see you, evil
3: Oun P] Money is the motive, got my on it Come with triggers, see floor, I put your mind on it See this here, I grind on it 99% of niggas waste lines, here got nines on it I grinds, I'm trying to get it every way Til I'm eating like Thanksgiving every day with a serious face cause I don't ever play Bad karma back in the days cause I ever pray I ain't with the trickery, t be trying to get at us Beat you til my hands turn and grabbing a cactus No in the crib, red light on the ratchet Eight balls on the block, but the 40's was jackets Before there was 3 of us on the mattress Now there's 3 of us fucking the same everything, I'm fucking the game backwards Put more leaf in the air than St.Patrick's I'm rapping, first of all I'm doing so my moms ain't gotta work no more Music take away the pain, it don't hurt no Was for wealth, but I ain't gotta search no more The loyalty, where the fuck is that these Best friends is each other clapped these days These young really don't know how to act these days It was better when I was younger in my athlete Go outside, hoop a little, you know, with the shorties Go outside now I see somebody the 40 Pen and a pad, I'm interpreting the All you see is what a lot of niggas showing So when the tour a lot of niggas ain't going Now I don't to rap, a lot of niggas ain't flowing Been doing it for a while, now it's to bring dough in Humble, I don't brag or boast in streets But these white phones be like coke on my feet I ain't get it from that coke on the streets Got from putting cooked coke on the beat ...
4: Ransom] Niggas I don't show gratitude Look at this shoes, you can tell [?] Street told by the resurrection of Socrates sentence I'm blessing properly, manifesting philosophy Ghetto monopoly, how .. on that property Deep as them fossils be under the Earth Got a lot to kin, no stopping me, is on top of me Getting with three bullets, it's hollow, G I'm a novelty to the rap minority, harmony like a lobotomy, the devil lurking aside of me The ghetto probably robberies cause of [?] [?] part of me like the major arteries me Till this day where my father be Pardon me, this is hard to me, is a lottery it to [?] like pornography It ain't hard to see like sodomy, [?] Got a to kill like Sean Connery Street corner pharmacy harming these thugs wearing army fatigue