Black hearts spilt on my Margiela I got raped, now all y'all jealous Jealousy, jealousy All that *** don't fade, I got rich on grace All that *** don't fade, I got rich on grace Made it out the bricks, ridin' with my niggas and we ridin' with them sticks Why you keep callin' me gang when you know you in the click? We might spray you with the clique, cause we know you been a dick Yeah, I'm project, bitch, we call it murder field Bullet put the ass dead, put me in a turtle shell Head was on the glass and now my knee is on the steering wheel Spray you with the Uzi like my lil' brother Jerry Crow I'm never go to jail, I ain't goin' light, Leslie All my bitches go to college, ain't nobody finna test me I got all the flavors, spilled the deuce inside a bed seat I done got me greedy, when I eat it, it get messy Soon as they release me, I ran to California I want all the smokin', they got legal marijuana Sold out showers, that's another purpose of my Dope, I need a refill, off a lot of drama Circlin' the perks in the pockets and the merch Trico on the chain, probably get a nigga murked Tremor on the chain, made the microtrouble squirt All my racks lookin' like a lot of work, yeah Why I spill on my Margiela? I got ripped, now all y'all jealous Jealousy, jealousy *** don't fame me All that *** don't fame me All that *** don't fame me And the niggas got fame, yeah All that *** don't fame me Cause I'm rich and famous And I'm still gang bangin' I got bitch on the street Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah You should let a real nigga beat that thing down I'm a beast, only beast, and I'm hanged out Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Got too rich for the hangout Oh, Reggie B's B&B I'ma stay 103 Bitch, I'm being crazy I'm a beast, only beast, and I'm hanged out Ooh, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All that *** don't fame me Cause I'm rich and famous I got bitch on the street Ooh, beast