Yea, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I come from bottom to the top

I seen a lotta **** fall

Top to the bottom, 'cause they flow wasn't hot (hot)

Them **** swore they was chillin, reality they not (not)

That's why I'm in the spot, treat the stu like the pot

I'm cheffin' up that product, get my strip back in order

Hit records, it's like a brick, 16 is like a quarter

That's why I'm tryna flip it, this time I'ma do it different

Mixtapes is like a fiend, **** givin' free hits and

You **** let 'em sample it, never give 'em the work

Now his tape better than your album, sales lookin' hurt

I'm tryna take it back in the day, when it was twenty time

Industry is fucked up, they back to sellin' **** dimes

Singles is nickles, lotta albums done flopped

Lotta labels been dropped, you was signed, now you not (nah)

That's why I never play with the position I'm held with

Who lie about sellin' drugs? Album ain't sell shit, ****

Yo, you heard the title, **** (5-3-4) yeah

I'm that same cat with the fofo long

You **** bust shots (yeah) but you throw yours wrong

Who flow like Bleek? Think, no other

You heard the title, **** (5-3-4)

**** didn't want that (yeah) I'm still where you pump at

You catch me (yeah) on anybody block, how you love that?

I'm 'bout to have this thing on lock, you can't tell me different (nah)

I got the soft and hard top, you could tell I'm livin'

I got that raa on my lap, just don't tell the snitches

They got they tail between they legs, you could tell they bitches

It ain't no heaven for a G, go to hell with it

My life is deep, motherfuckers please delve in it

Started with promo, no homo, movin' 12 inches

Pimp the game, comin' of age at 12, bitches

That's when I had well-wishes

**** call me prince of the city

Next in line for the king of new-yitty, pity

How the same **** that bailed with me, bailed on me?

Took too many pulls of the L on me

Drank up all the Kool-Aid, left glasses in my kitchen

Food for thought, my **** you do the dishes

Know the game and the name, I ain't change for shit

Yo, you heard the title, **** (5-3-4) yeah

I'm that same cat with the fofo long

You **** bust shots (yeah) but you throw yours wrong

Who flow like Bleek? Think, no other

You heard the title, **** (5-3-4)

**** didn't want that, I'm still where you pump at

You catch me on anybody block, how you love that?