(feat. Peaches)

[Hook:]

We been all around the world, and it's all the same
See these ^!$$%z ain't changed, and the game is strange
(get off your $$#, too early to lay it down

We on a mission for big heads, and y'all can't hold us down)

[Mike D:]

These ^!$$%z don't want the riches, these ^!$$%z want the (*##$es
Wide bodies with switches, platinum pieces that glisten
My paper rowdy to start, man I been on the grind

Sacrificing and paying dues, to shine and get mine
From the dope game to the rap game, from the rap game to the dope game
Street ^!$$%z feel our pain, we grave diggers for the fame

From rocks to blocks, and duct taping 'em up
Dragging boys out they boots, on that big head hunt
It was all in the making, a young youth with loot

Street smart plus heart, migrated to the booth
Had to put my boogie down, with them ducks and pounds
Wrapped up and compressed, to distract them bloodhounds

As time evolved, I kept my 40 for squealers
K ept them young broads kneeling, as my paper hit the ceiling
This game we're revealing baby, is sold out to'

Taking trips around the world, serving raw by the load cause I been

[Hook x2]


[Clay-Doe:]
I been all around this world, and nothing changed

Gold diggers looking for ^!$$%z, with ghetto fame
Boys aiming, to impress these hoes
While gorillas they bout scrilla, masterplanning all my X and O's

Scratching and core it, I'm all out for it
I can't ignore it, so I'ma stack it I'ma store it
Til' it's millionaire status, in a millionaire's palace

^!$$%z wrists and chests, fifty plus karats
Lifestyles of the rich and lavish
Bumps and bruises got me dropping off, out here trying to manage the damage

Keep me scrambling and rambling, from H-Town to Dallas
Texas G's, and no we won't panic
I know it's hard, for you foreigners to understand it

Respect is demanded, or boys getting knocked off with the cannon
I went, on a quest a r ound this planet
For the scrilla and got it, everywhere that I landed


[Hook x2]


[Mr. 3-2:]
I been all around the world, and it's all the same
People struggle and hustle, but you gotta maintain

From Texas to Maine, it's the same in every hood
Gotta get up off your $$#, to make %#@! all good
Riding leather and wood, cause boys don't like that

Tilting my dob hat, on a mission for my stacks
Haters trying to hold you back, and keep a playa down
But S.S.P. shine forever, Screwed Up underground

How you like us now, we worldwide and legit
Ghetto dreams came true, cause it's money over a (*##$
3-2 will never switch, just cause my paper get long

Cause you can't take it, with you when you gone
From swangas and two prone, to sitting on twinkies
Brick homes and bank accounts, with iced out piece watch and pinkies

This game done got janky, so I'm heated all times
On a grind, all around the world getting mine


[Hook x2: Peaches]
Get off your $$#, oooh and stack your cash
It's too early, it's too early to lay it down

Oh yeah-yeah, ooh yeah-yeah-yeah oooh yeah oh