You can weigh it before you cop it, it's all there, that's on the mob ****

Keep that shit 100, requirements of the job ****

Steppin' out shades on, custom made chain on

I can get some shit to clear ya nostrils like Drain-o

Got it with the stamp, all intact like a fossil

I can sit and give a fuck bout what you sayin' but I ain't got to

Lane switchin' the game need me like an apostle

Better off tryin' to talk to me cause they hostile

Business man get it, I ain't ya man ****

You been a fan ****, of this gift of gab ****

I could pull up on you with the plan and hit ya man wit it

Serve it raw but I know some shit to hit ya grams wit it

Throwin' up the 10 up close for the camera shot

Bald heads and hollows what the ghost gun cannon got

Posted in yo jammy jams, slides on camera stop

Dream for six hours bout money that you haven't got

This game move fast, you stumble once and get left

Your bitch can leave you next, don't show any signs of stress

If I was you I'd get some bigger shoes and keep it on they necks

Take what you saved on the last and triple up on the next

Some big steps when you level up in grown man business

Count money in my kitchen while I hit my dance in it

You a lil' boy ****, see the ploy ****

Bro will leave you wetter than yo bitch toy ****

Take notes on what I'm sayin, you can save ya life with it

Get out the strife with it, can't be movin' trife with it

Be careful who you teach, they might not or might get it

They ain't likin' that it's me but they like how I did it

I'm the next best thing since they crushed a pack of ramen

That feelin' that you get when your plans find the timing

Should appreciate a **** cause I ain't too common

Put his address on google maps and still can't find him