(Verse)
Cookin up a batch, ladies show they !@%$
Real ^!$$%s tip they tops

Real trap is for my hustling ^!$$%s with no choice
Posted up, slingin that oh boy
Stay on yo grind, only way to turn a 300 to a Rolls Royce

Life is good, nah life is great
Now I'm bout to get my ^!$$%s straight
God bless a ^!$$% with some legal ones so I can stay off the interstate

Nah, now everybody getting money
Now everybody sellin out shows
Now everybody told the world like four times

3 albums in stores
Come on straight up the morning talk
I came in with the gun talk

And when it came to this in this bread
I'm the hip-hop turn me up
I'm too real for the radio heads, I'm a underground king

But these (*##$es can't stop my show
And that's word to the pim
Loadin lops and shrimp, all these bad (*##$es wanna lay

I'm like $#&@ with a real ^!$$% and stop feelin bad for that sim
That's the other see she's
Come sip some of this PG

And smoke some of this sweet tree
And everything will be BG


(Verse)
Uh %#@!, I told yo (*##$ like I was rolls
Mister Jones, go around the laws

Got my calls and the rob reports
I done lied em down, down the 94
I'm a label man, got a lot of those

Know how to get the picture but them lot of O
No winter burn off so it's time to go
I'm on hot like wheels so we runnin hoe

Getting up, out the pound
Lighten up the return, it's thanksgiving first down
Hold the flo so you can chase right now

You can get the bracelets to fit right now
Just mack hand, hold on get the back hand
She chase ghosts like Mrs. Pacman

He play the hoe to come back fam
!@%&!


(Verse)
They respect the don, 18 karats with the red rugas and the gas is on
Platinum Rolex, double robe

So walk around with a Lexus on
Courtside of my car cost
When my ^!$$%s wildin out, smoking out toss

Life's about choices, gotta make yours
The right set of keys open up the right doors
We tryna turn around something to a lot more

You gotta go a little further than you wanna go
It's like 100 out there, had enough blow
I'm talkin bout blow and make it B roll, a zero

I'm the other dogs' hero
To that dope boy playin for a kilo
Til a lil ^!$$% playin for a way out

Keep you head up Shawty, we gon make it out
Made it out now, turn the stamp, see my passport
Overseas airport

Comin through the hood, up in foreign cars
(*##$ letting the weed flow
I'm hood rich, I can't change hoe

Need to smell like weed smoke
Negotiate my record deal like a dope deal
Probably why a ^!$$% take like a kill go

^!$$% you need you a prop
!@%&!


(Verse)
Talk soft but I grind hard to afford
Don't want them switches to my dashboard

Low riders and all, exotics to last cars
Amongst all these stars, 7 grams in a row
That's a Grammy award and my granddaddy call
Where my granddaddy can't go higher than the halo
Slice like tomato with precision on them blades hoe

It don't go down until he say so, extra cheese, hold the mayo
That's back to San Diego, now I'm hidin out
Large amount to count, just fill them duffle bags and weigh em
Spill just lay them, no fana
She's thirsty, get a Fanta

(*##$ passin out, somebody fan er