Talk to 'em, man

Fuck they know about it?

Brown Bag, north side, Gold Era shit

Hold up

Fuck the five-O, my Benz stand with the rebel cars

Breakin' laws, they never counted for the extra cost (They never plan)

Brown Bag, Gold Era 'bout to set it off

Live from Hell's Kitchen, my dog, I kick the Devil's door

I got that flavor they ain't heard in a while

Either wholesale or break it down, servin' them vials (How much?)

Heavy flood of painkillers, old-surgery style

Every drop sellin' out, I got a permanent smile (Shit's beautiful)

I was grindin' from a youngin with the shit I seen the early rise

Had to find a way to seperate like the Curry slide (Easy money)

My soul infinite like G35

See my whole life déjà vu, reoccurrin' times (One more time)

Play the game, my dog, I rose a lot of ranks

Show and proof, they talk math when they pockets blank (Fuck they talkin' 'bout?)

I'm on a wave, baby yacht, make 'em walk the plank

Head on a swivel all times, gotta watch the flames

Man, we live from the ends where the drama never ends

Where they steppin' on your neck for deep pockets and a Benz

Buckies in the bando strippin' copper for the stems

They smokin' all night 'til they nauseous from the blends

Man, we live from the ends where the drama never ends

Where they steppin' on your neck for deep pockets and a Benz

Buckies in the bando strippin' copper for the stems

They smokin' all night 'til they nauseous from the blends

Stop where you are

Do you know what you doing?

Ah, I know what I'm doing, alright? Come on

Take all of him (Lock him up!)

Alright, you fools, you brought it on yourself

You're crazy to know who I am, aren't you?

Alright, I will show you

I will show you who I am

And what I am