I like the gas of my drop top and cruise the city
And it's sinking up my jacket, you better forget it
Cause I'm a mastermind, so get your ass in line
You wanna know if I'm a gangster, just ask around
Niggas know I'm in the streets packing heat, pimping hoes
And I like to sit back and blow, bro
I try to make no dough so I can buy more *
You spit twenty on the car, I spit five on the brick
I spent five in the twenty, twenty to one thirty
Now I walk around in a three thousand dollar jersey
You know I love to ball, can't you tell the way I talk?
You know I've been a pimp, can't you tell the way I walk?
I got a partner, I got a cousin Shasta
I can't forget a bar player deep in Nebraska
And them boys in the ATV, I'm sitting in a V
I got a cousin Shasta, I can't forget a bar player deep in Nebraska
And them boys in the ATV, I can't forget a bar player deep in Nebraska
Twelve sittin' on spree, there's nigga
I'd like to, I'd like to, I'd like to, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'd like to, I'd like to, I'd like to, yeah, yeah, yeah
I like to roll my zone on them old phones shined up
Caravan and got them trucks lined up
Like to feel the breeze underneath the sun shined up
And the police throwin' rocks when they ride
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Why must I feel like this?
City's real on this side
High than one love to my death
There's one life to my life in one night
How we came from the slums
Laws will not give us life
Made for slayin' them crones
I like to do this one right here for all my decease
Block quarter till morning, we gon' block off the streets
Might fall tryin' to bubble, we get back on our feet
Bottles in the sky, you know how we act off that drink
I like to hear a little bit of music
And left, I divide this verse
I'd like to see poppin' big live in concert
I like to see them chicks arrive early on the first
I know God love us most, cause we got it worse
I like to
I'd like to
I'd like to
I'd like to
I'd like to, yeah, yeah, yeah
I like to get my parte
I'd like to, yeah, yeah, yeah I like to see the chicks arrive early on the worrying to me



Money to my niggas in the pen and when they money run out
I'ma do that * again cause my homie doin' 10
I'm stuck around me and that might not get paroled cause they kill the key
That's the best life when you livin' in the streets
That's why I slow down and start fuckin' with these beats
That's why I fall hard and close the liquor to the curb
For my homies that died or got caught up
I like to get this money countin' all hunters yellin' out the flip
Spend somethin' bout somethin', nigga, ballin' in the fast lane
Yeah, I know the game in the gram
This for my niggas with them fangs on the slap
And my niggas that ain't got a chance, then nobody give a *
This for y'all, it's more cold than rich
* broke, be rich
Y'all know why we floss like this
And if you don't, we ain't never had *, nigga
Yeah
I'd like to, I'd like to, I'd like to, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'd like to, I'd like to, I'd like to, yeah, yeah, yeah
I like to *** the phone and call my mama hot
Tell her pack up the old, I'ma move you to your new house
And take my family to the shopping mall
Pick out anything you want, * the price, we gon' buy it all
I like to tell my mama, I'ma move you to your new house
Tall the old boys gonna start my own



With my four brothers I done did it, man
It's rap game was mine
I just had to go get it, man
Up in the studio for seven summers
Heavy ROGUE, how they get?
I get seven, it's my luck
I like to call up JJ and say the deal's done
Your kids, Josh and Jaelin, sent for life
And they had it once
I like to teach them the do's and don'ts
Who will and won't
Love them till the end
Watch their back, keep it real so they don't have to
I'd like to count up that money because I love it
I love the way it fold man
I like it better on the net
I see the whole thing
I like to thank God for knowledge in my head
I also like to thank my fans for the bread
I'd like to
I'd like to
I'd like to
Yeah, yeah, yeah