The fame and the clout I never cared aboutI did two shows for a hundred, that's a fair amountMade block from Jenny to Walter, you know my whereaboutsThe ones responsible for all those bodies y'all been hearing aboutHad the Zod trap in that f***ing houseAnd made more weekly than a doctor made yearly out of salaryI'm rocking the Miri out the factoryMike personally sending packs to meStill copying waves, still in my dripBut the m***ers never rock at the sameBoy thought he was gangster until he got s*** in his braidsYou know he crashing out if ever you hop out of your lanePulled up the Dykeman to see Poppy and caught me some hazeThe m***er lost half his leg when he was s*** with a gaugeRock a lot of chains in Atlanta, I stopped at the flameConway, y'all know the nameHey yo, it's half two, I win, one other f***ing failI bought a bigger package, now I need a bigger scaleThe merch is moving, these days I'm making bigger salesCooking like Ramone when he fell across the third railFighting with spit, I ain't fighting with f***We got a problem, I'ma find you when igniting a fifthBeing client while she coppingShe been trying to get meTrying to quit, but she can'tShe never s*** on the work as far as thisI spit my rag to riches story to inspire the kidsNot to flex, to show the life they should inspire to getTwo things that I hate, that's a liar and snitchI put the crown on my head, and I find that it fitsPut me within the MC, I hold my ownNo shooters if it's beef, it's me holding the chromeI keep it low, play the crib with my girlGetting blown, getting blown, trying to s***Keeping my kids straight, the only thing I care aboutTry to play me, they still looking for is whereaboutsI shop with no bags, anything I buy, I wear it outAnd you can book me, just be sure I get a fair amountAnd you can book me, just be sure I get a fair amountMachine, good luckDJ Flip, what up?This Yes GameSaluteThis Yes Game