You know, we'd always call each other Rockefellers, like you'd say to somebody, you're gonna like this guy, he's one of us, he's Rockefeller. You understand? We were Rockefellers. Gangsta. But not just any rapper could be made. I mean, to become a member of Rockefeller, you had to be 100% from the streets. They can trace your name all the way back to your old hood. See, it's the highest honor they can give you. It means you belong to a dynasty. It means nobody can *** around with you. It also means you could *** around with anyone, just as long as they weren't a member of Rockefeller. It's like a license to steal. It's like a license to do anything. And with Jay stepping down, it was Bleak's turn to be made. Okay, I'm reloaded! Get low to future, you gotta respect it. The hood still in back of me, guns still beside of me. Still for the street, hoes they wanna ride with me. Big drink like I just hit lottery. Like y'all can't see a nigga straight from poverty. You get on the gutter when you don't come around. Some dudes make records to say they underground. But, I choose not to go that far. Cause I was born near par, I don't gotta write bars. You niggas see my scars, and you know my story. I'm all for the war, I'm about guts and glory. Them other dudes *** with y'all, I can't do it. I don't gotta sell my soul or sell music. I put the beat on, murder or roll the weed up. Put it on the street one week, watch it heat up. Heavy rotation, rockin' on Hot 9. You niggas get your money right, cause I got mine. And it's Rockefeller Records, runnin' the streets reckless. Get low to future, you gotta respect it. I've been in it since 9-6, before I could drive whips. The focus on gettin' paid for folk comin' to age. Niggas they understand, the boredom became a man. Loyal to all my peeps, that's why I did for the fam. Who the ***, want, want, none of you niggas. I'm right back, cause I ain't done with the business. Them niggas owe me a check, niggas owe me respect. I give you that good game, I told you I've been there. And it's Rockefeller Records, runnin' the streets reckless. Get low to future, you gotta respect it. And I'm from M to the A to the R-C-Y. So many niggas be hatin', they don't want me to ride. But, you see Bleak just livin' his life instead. You won't see a nigga throwin' that iron, well, so be it. It's many dudes in the team, that ain't family now. And y'all see it, dynasty though, it remain the same. So every time you throw it up, you know who changed the game. Homie, the rock army, get low and stay property. Caked up in real estate and never play Monopoly. But why them niggas wanna act all Aggie? Cause of the bigger plate and I got more baggies. But ***, where's the love? I can tell you it ain't nothin' over here but new guns and slugs. And it's all about the putter, you ain't listen baby boy. That the rocker never lose, we just build and destroy. And it's Rockefeller Records, runnin' the streets reckless. Get low to future, you gotta respect it.