^!$$%s pistol popping like it's 1999
I was 9 maybe 10
Then again never mind

Press rewind, back in time before rappers dropping dimes
Trap or die, choppin' pies
With cliche's all in they rhymes

That was Gucci, Prada and anything designer
Money, power, the whole enchelada
Commas, dollas, the greens and the guava

They serve you to your flocka if you disrespect that blocka
Choppas on eaves droppers, $#&@ these choppas I'm about it
Grindin' like 2Pac with Biggie Poppa

You outer but I'm hotter
Car jacking, pistol packing, motha$#&@in' choppers clapping
Metal jacket automatic magazines hate on traffic

Window smashing, windows crashing
Pants sagging, $#&@ your fashion
^!$$% run Manhattan, back in Cali's where it happen

It's Gucci, Escada, and anything designer
Groupies, poppers they all gonna swallow
Maserati like Atari with no car keys push to start it

New Bugatti, 2 Bugatti's,
Testarossa, new Ferrari
Lamborghini, system bumping, me no warried, rastafari

This the hardest supersonic, systematic, too !@$!ed
New Versace, new apartment, bigger closet, newer carpet
Hit departments, cool it all

Must set my goal if you accomplish
Shoot a target cause you the target
Moving targets, new accomplish

Kill the game but still regardless
Beat the charges, do the honest