Yeah, never let them play
Put that on my baby
Four years on a Maybach truck, it cost two-eight
Richer than them that be hatin'
Shooters like McGrady in Kentucky with that 50 goin' crazy
Stick tuck, I let my chain hang
Reachin' gangbang, leave a 50 in this Duraneman
Bustin', don't wear no plain Jane
Hundred thousand dollar Rollie, Scott Dweller, AP on the same hand
You with the ops, that me, you ain't my mans
You movin' like the cops, can't take a chance
Thirty thousand in my pants
Yeah, dog s*** in my pocket, where your bands?
Hit the show with 30 hitters, I'm with Cudi
He up, blick before we land
Cash it all the time, don't wait for f***
Twenty chains, crazy kid, rich
Can't f*** no basic
You never been no boss, you drinkin' Trish
You never been no shooter, you was a b***h
Quake, quake with me, he got stick
Put a walkie up and drop a six
Iced it in the b***h, put my city on the map
We in the mix
I been slimin' s*** since the jick
Cuban cost two bricks
We got all them thirsty, f***, takin' pics
You wanna sign me? Yellin' out three mil
Tweakin' in this b***h, pop the pill
Gang them yellin' out free kill
Yeah, f*** around, f*** around

Crack a label, we too real
The war shows we in the field
Shoot that chopper like I'm skilled
I love my little b***h cause she real
She want me at my best, but love me at my worst still
Can't let him kill Bill
I keep three gloves and a stick
One regular, one got a d***
One of them fill it with a 50 and a switch
This a s***, better stay focused
Nine days of real d***, be doin' a lot of f***
Yeah, you know me, I'm on my zone
My n***a don't spit anus
All you know it when we pull off, I squeeze
I'm f***ing him and I'm bullet
Missed, but I'm immortal
And I'm bossin' up, I got a Robin truck on pre-order
50 foot at Richard Miller, I ain't even seen him quarter
I ain't need my 25 where I reside, he d*** bad shorter
I got a special taste
I'm tricking, walk out straight
Takin' zones out to the face
I'm proud to check, the n***a stay
They say they die for me, but really fake it
They ain't wanna help, put on my shoes when I come tie my laces
F*** you, like John Gotti beat a thousand cases
He keep his people straight, they doin' voodoo and hate it
I'ma speed my mind every time, I don't care how you take it
Keep it realin' for that, all the real n***as embrace me
Jump off the tour bus and all the n***as start to chase me
When all my pockets start spreadin' out, big faces
The cheat, the cheat ain't got me beefin' with my lady
She pulled up to the ugly corner, jumped out, tried to mace me
P.K.