Yeah, break bread, pay for lifetime entertainment
Yeah, you motherfuckers out west, east
Motherfuckers think we ain't got it, we got it, nigga
That kind of gear you want to pounce in
That clean truck you want to drive, man
That kind of cheese you want to blow, man
That killer grin you want to smoke, man
That kind of eye you want to book, man
That bad bitch you want to *, man
Them plugs that you wish you had, man
Them fuzz that'll kill your ass, man
Nigga, I'm strong with my game like the Spurs in Pittsburgh
Keep it gangster every time so your niggas will listen
Oh, I'm blowing kush, man, I'm hiding gas
And I'm trapping like the crocodile hunting for cash
If I want it, I'ma get it, I'ma buy it and have it
If I see it and I like it, then I bet I'ma stab it, man
I get attention like a Michael Jackson
That's probably why niggas stay cocky and braggy
I'm with it, I'm with it, I'm with it

That pretty black sippin' on some gin and mango
But have some black tip blowin' into Durango, man
You know a nigga feel like the *
A gangster fuckin' round in Malibu with Brad Pitt, no
Who'd have thought not the underdog
Some of you fuckboys but God made a Benahaw
Oh, that's right, I said a Benahaw
Stackin' my paper like I'm tryin' to build a paper, wow
That kind of gear you want to plow, see
That clean truck you want to drive, man
That kind of cheese you want to blow, man
That killer queen you want to smoke, man
That kind of iron you want to buck, man
That bad bitch you want to *, man
Them plugs that you wish you had, man
Them thugs that'll kill your ass, man
Your boy got a flow that's as sick as his chain
His slick pull of nickel, remember the name
Ride clean through the city while I'm grippin' on grain
Spit a fantastic rage that'll dazzle your dame
Take a risk every day, I'm a gambler, man
If it's any problem, bent slick, I handle them, man
It's nothin', I got bubble kush for sale
Like the fruit man, your boy keep that * by the bell
That's why my classics end up a star in my hood
Now all these ghetto hoes tryin' to hop on the wood
From the traps of the A to the Mississippi trenches
We some hustlin' young niggas on the grind to get it
That kind of gear you want to plow, see
That clean truck you want to drive, man
That kind of cheese you want to blow, man
That killer queen you want to smoke, man
That kind of iron you want to buck, man
That bad bitch you want to *, man
Them plugs that you wish you had, man
Them thugs that'll kill your ass, man
Now when I step out on the block, all eyes on me
A nigga gotta be the * that life flies on me
Oh, cars pullin' up fiends and players
And every hustlin' in the hood that got somethin' to sell
Oh, niggas know rain, man, to lick
My flow run a temperature when I spit it, it's sick
Oh, who'd have thought I'd bounce back in this *?
My life ain't nothin' but a movin', ain't no actin' this *
Oh, I'm Mississippin', I don't lack no *
My favorite pastime worldwide is mackin' a bitch
Oh, I keep it pippin' so fly, you haters
I'm flossin' crocodile ones, rockin' wearin' gators
Oh, it's like a mall in my closet, man
I'm pippin' autographed magic under all-star game
Oh, ain't nobody else annoying the game
See it up in state pippin', nigga, makin' it rain
That kind of gear you want to plow, see
I bet I got it
That clean truck you want to drive, man
I bet I got it
That kind of cheese you want to blow, man
I bet I got it
That killer grin you want to smoke, man
I bet I got it
That kind of iron you want to buck, man
I bet I got it
That bad bitch you want to *, man
I bet I got it
That bad bitch you want to *, man
I bet I got it
If I want it, I'ma get in and have it, man
And all you motherfuckers who ain't got it, nigga
Catch up, that's what's up
Yeah, you pick up to my niggas
Slick pull up, rockin' the hood with me, nigga
The rest of them CTE niggas, jeez
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You sure?
You sure?
Yeah, we got it