VERSE 1
Fresh up out the kitchen
Everybody buying

Live a life of fiction
What is you supplying
Soldier what's your mission

What is it your firing
Your just a statistic
Everybody's dying

Climbing out that bucket
Gucci on my waist and shades
Told my (*##$es $#&@ it

They gon find a way to hate
Maybe if you lucky you could take my crown or place
You running for that money funny Im a set the pace

In that Polo mansion or Nautica yacht
I crawl down the block
Convertible top

In every one that I got
Drop a beat or some bread
Drop some dough on your head

And we mean what we said
So call the swat and the feds


CHORUS x2
I already killed a hundred men
Spent a hundred K today

I ball like no tomorrow
Shot the winning fade away
I only smoke the sour

So put all your haze away
If money is the power then we gotta make them pay


VERSE 2
Kush this Sour that
Thats all he knows how to rap

Push this powder that
Hope your (*##$ knows how to act
Quarter for a day

A half of some hash
And that coroners on the way
You should pray

You should fast
You should get it how you live it
Pass and pivot for the cash

What's the gimmick
You should spend it
What you trying to make it last

Not the best then I'm offended
My clothes is so authentic
Most you hoes is pathetic

And my Moschino the freshest
Unless its Purple Label never see me with that big horse
Switch 4s

Your a Jumpman
Not a real Jordan
Who's REALLY scoring and fooling the crowd

And who REALLY holding & moving that loud