Tea house up north or near the coast through the bay, there's both Spend this bread on jewels or spend it on smoke, man, spend it on both Countin' up this money from O or money from shows, man, countin' up both Pops in the pattern business and the pattern up home, man, patternin' both Feds jam me up for works and smoke, tryna do me for both They want me back on soul, choosin' chips and rash, tryna patternin' me both But I'm on road, yeah, the bones brown, once I get lovin' from both Money and success just let a young n***a go, govern up both Me and T-Buck see two opps in the mains and we ended up doin' up both Too much beef in the streets, we're hittin' two blocks, we're shootin' up both I know Feds want me back up in court, sat in front of the judge, just doin' up off How many times in jail was it bread and oats, popped peanut butter and pop? Now they say that I'm the king of drill, trap, rap, I'm doin' it all Everywhere and everywhere the gang smoky, let the gang and them bring it on tour Everyday I hear n****s tryna draw me out, why they all want me to walk? Fought for a long time without poison or scopes, they don't want us bringin' up both I look at the table, so no chair, I had to cook it Trap house, plenty of dough, yeah, shows that cover it for me O.T., I had to go there, but then I ain't got no shoes, yeah I'm bout to fast to go there, in the fast lane, I got no rhyme T-House up north or near the coast, through the bay, there's both Spend this bread on jewels or spend it on smoke, man, spend it on both Countin' up this money from old war, money from shows, man, countin' up both Pops in the pattern business and the pattern up home, man, patternin' both Fresh jammy up for works and smoke, tryna do me for both They want me back on sauce, choosin' chips and rice, tryna pattern me both But I'm on road, yeah, the bones brown ones, I get lovin' from both Money on success, just let a young n***a go, govern up both I had to stand up, bro, for half a B, until the pattern occurred How many long afternoons did I spend in the T, just baggin' up both? Jailhouse scramblin', eggs in the kettle, just wishin' I could have it with toast I couldn't tell you how weak was the Sunday roast, so I just put it all in that bowl For this life of sin, I'm just tryna make sure my heart stays pure Please hand me a lot for a time, nevertheless, I never find, let's just cure I was tryna get rich or die for China, I'd rather be dead than poor And really, I was tryna govern it all, money, power, respect, and more I look at the tables and no chair, eyes are cool, get Trapped house, barely a door, yeah, you was a proper reformer O.T. eyes are gold, yeah, but then I ain't done no shows, yeah Remember the fast, the golden, and the fastain, I done no rap T-tea house up north or near the coast, through the bay, there's both Spend this bread or jewels or spend it on smoke, man, spend it on both Countin' up this money from old war, money from shows, man, countin' up both Pepsi in the pattern business, and the pattern up home, man, patternin' both Fish jammy up for works and smoke, tryna do me for both They want me back on soul, choosin' chips and radish, tryna pattern me both But I'm on Rollie, the boys brown ones, I get lovin' from both Money and success just let a young n***a go, govern up both Money and success just let a young n***a go, govern up both LOCKQUEEN!