I still got trap money, extortion and rap money If I'm being honest, murder and love Keep it 300, them young'uns gon' die bout that money Run it with jackals, certified schmaffers Don't get rapped like mommas, addin' them up Lay up bushes, Monday through Sunday Can't cook, you just lyin' for nothing Man's down, try to be home for the summer Get up in line, you'd be one of them Try to book a crook, better come up with some commas This s*** better come up and bump Promote it, be trippin', they lie, we go bump Send a blitz through Vantage, all they know is thump 300, I ain't gettin' my hump My head was hard as a s***, so I went and got me a Glizza and put it to work Ain't worried about no s*** steppin' on me Keep playin' wrong and then s***, I'm up in the first I don't need no switch, I go spin with the same man and make the s*** shoot like a burst Can't tally that s*** in a hearse, I ain't s*** be tryin' to be friendly They be gettin' that s*** 10 for a verse I'm picked 26, I hop out with a stick Better stay out the way, I get hit in the face Ain't no competition with these n****s, and I don't take them serious when they look at this s*** like a race Bad b****, don't eat the s*** off the ribs I leave blues on the s***, might think I'm a crib Catch some lag and I'ma up in that s*** off the hill Throwin' fours till I die, s***, shout out to Flip I still got trap money, extortion and rap money If I'm bein' honest, murder and love Keep it 300, them n****s gon' die about that money Runnin' with Jockers, certified schmackers Don't get rapped like Momma Addin' them up, lay up bushes Monday through Sunday Can't crook, you a schlime for nothin' Tryin' to be home for the summer Get up in line, be one of them Tryin' to book a crook, better come with some comers This s*** better come up and bomb him Promote a big trip, and they lie, we go bump Send a blitz through Venice, all they know is Thomp 300, I ain't givin' my number Recorded in New York, raced in Atlanta, but from Alabama From the 6 to the M, retire like a monster and move to Miami My b**** in a lemon, my jitter in a Porsche, you can't buy a Camry Mr. Davis, no salmon, new all-white Bentley, yeah, that's for the nanny So I see the family, so I see the gang, so I see the mob So I see the label, this ain't no facade, this s*** like a job When times were hard, we stole, we lied, we had to rob Mama tried to tell me right from wrong, my head was hard Put tat on barrels, dent your s*** on spot You flexin', my lil' s*** run in I'ma f*** y'all and turn to a chain Lil' runner, snatch it again Murder love, that's what they spend Heads out, heads out, burn them again Tryin' to boost the rank, but they mean Opposition never win Number pens, joint full of Eponine Been a block, number of fiends Tryna put somethin' in the wind Hog down, get your man 10-7-10 on my back, I don't bend Triple cross for that three-eye lens Cup Creep for them britches locked in I still got trap money, extortion and rap money If I'm bein' honest Murder and love, keep it 300 Them m****s gon' die bout that money Runnin' with jackals, certified schmackals Don't get robbed like mommas Addin' them up, lay up bushes Monday through Sunday King Crook, we was slidin' for nothin' Tryin' to be home for the summer Get up in line, you d*** be runnin' Tryin' to book Crook, better come up with some commas This d*** better come up in bundles Promoter be trippin', they lie, we go bump Send a blitz through Vantage, all they know is Thump 300, I ain't givin' my number