Yeah, break bread, pay for lifetime entertainmentYeah, you motherfuckers out west, eastMotherfuckers think we ain't got it, we got it, niggaThat kind of gear you want to pounce inThat clean truck you want to drive, manThat kind of cheese you want to blow, manThat killer grin you want to smoke, manThat kind of eye you want to book, manThat bad bitch you want to *, manThem plugs that you wish you had, manThem fuzz that'll kill your ass, manNigga, I'm strong with my game like the Spurs in PittsburghKeep it gangster every time so your niggas will listenOh, I'm blowing kush, man, I'm hiding gasAnd I'm trapping like the crocodile hunting for cashIf I want it, I'ma get it, I'ma buy it and have itIf I see it and I like it, then I bet I'ma stab it, manI get attention like a Michael JacksonThat's probably why niggas stay cocky and braggyI'm with it, I'm with it, I'm with itThat pretty black sippin' on some gin and mangoBut have some black tip blowin' into Durango, manYou know a nigga feel like the *A gangster fuckin' round in Malibu with Brad Pitt, noWho'd have thought not the underdogSome of you fuckboys but God made a BenahawOh, that's right, I said a BenahawStackin' my paper like I'm tryin' to build a paper, wowThat kind of gear you want to plow, seeThat clean truck you want to drive, manThat kind of cheese you want to blow, manThat killer queen you want to smoke, manThat kind of iron you want to buck, manThat bad bitch you want to *, manThem plugs that you wish you had, manThem thugs that'll kill your ass, manYour boy got a flow that's as sick as his chainHis slick pull of nickel, remember the nameRide clean through the city while I'm grippin' on grainSpit a fantastic rage that'll dazzle your dameTake a risk every day, I'm a gambler, manIf it's any problem, bent slick, I handle them, manIt's nothin', I got bubble kush for saleLike the fruit man, your boy keep that * by the bellThat's why my classics end up a star in my hoodNow all these ghetto hoes tryin' to hop on the woodFrom the traps of the A to the Mississippi trenchesWe some hustlin' young niggas on the grind to get itThat kind of gear you want to plow, seeThat clean truck you want to drive, manThat kind of cheese you want to blow, manThat killer queen you want to smoke, manThat kind of iron you want to buck, manThat bad bitch you want to *, manThem plugs that you wish you had, manThem thugs that'll kill your ass, manNow when I step out on the block, all eyes on meA nigga gotta be the * that life flies on meOh, cars pullin' up fiends and playersAnd every hustlin' in the hood that got somethin' to sellOh, niggas know rain, man, to lickMy flow run a temperature when I spit it, it's sickOh, 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 bitchOh, I keep it pippin' so fly, you hatersI'm flossin' crocodile ones, rockin' wearin' gatorsOh, it's like a mall in my closet, manI'm pippin' autographed magic under all-star gameOh, ain't nobody else annoying the gameSee it up in state pippin', nigga, makin' it rainThat kind of gear you want to plow, seeI bet I got itThat clean truck you want to drive, manI bet I got itThat kind of cheese you want to blow, manI bet I got itThat killer grin you want to smoke, manI bet I got itThat kind of iron you want to buck, manI bet I got itThat bad bitch you want to *, manI bet I got itThat bad bitch you want to *, manI bet I got itIf I want it, I'ma get in and have it, manAnd all you motherfuckers who ain't got it, niggaCatch up, that's what's upYeah, you pick up to my niggasSlick pull up, rockin' the hood with me, niggaThe rest of them CTE niggas, jeezYou sure?You sure?You sure?You sure?You sure?You sure?Yeah, we got it