| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Hard times made me accidentally stay up 'til the morning |
| Count this cash, count these Benjis soon I’m done performing |
| I’m a boss, I send for niggas, I don’t make appointments |
| All you niggas washed up, NoCap do the laundry |
| Took a risk, had to run that shit up |
| Took a risk, now a nigga lit up |
| Better stick to rappin' and stop cappin' like a killer |
| This the same shit that got Tupac and Big hit up |
| My mama know I’m glued, she just hate the way I move |
| I sip that same shit that killed Pimp and DJ Screw |
| And I gotta keep a tool |
| You don’t hear me, it’s hard livin' |
| When it’s all livid |
| The scars trendin' |
| The hood prince |
| It was meant |
| Don’t forget |
| The hood can’t see without me, I’m the neighborhood lens |
| Somebody get my opps some vodka, heard them niggas hidin' they kin |
| If I buy them extra legs, them niggas still won’t stand a chance |
| Tell 'em free BaBa Osama, money fallin' out my pants |
| Niggas think I killed they grandma, I done smoked a million grams |
| On this flight with fifty bands, I spend twenty when I land |
| Hear a million voices sayin' don’t lose |
| I was really in the streets before my YouTube |
| I was really in the streets before this Pro Tools |
| Hardbody nigga, go and check my statue |
| I’m geeked as hell, I get to feelin' like I’m Urkel |
| Got in DSquared2 and got them bitches out my circle |
| I just think where I’m born at, that’s where I’m sippin' purple |
| I just got to New Orleans, bought Saint Laurent and Perkies |
| You ain’t cut like that, we know that you the scared nigga |
| I buy army guns just to shoot above the legs with 'em |
| You better not tuck your tail, I got it tucked, don’t go and tell, nigga |
| I’m shippin' all this smoke like for real, how this mail get here? |
| Took a risk, had to run that shit up |
| Took a risk, now a nigga lit up |
| Better stick to rappin' and stop cappin' like a killer |
| This the same shit that got Tupac and Big hit up |
| My mama know I’m glued, she just hate the way I move |
| I sip that same shit that killed Pimp and DJ Screw |
| And I gotta keep a tool |
| You don’t hear me, it’s hard livin' |