Yeah, I'd like to welcome everybody that came

I know that I woke y'all up early this morning, but shit is real

I needed all y'all to come down

So we can talk about these things that's going on, man

It's gettin' real

Escobar repertoire, that's my man

Blowin' up, how we expand

Stack grands up, pack vans up with wild cats

Bustin' loud gats

Claimin' that you iller than me, now how's that?

In the bridge hangin' with the thugs menaces

Images of mad loot and beating sentences

Now we livin' large reminiscin' flippin' on prison guards

Jumpin' in and out of different cars

On a weekly, Benz or Mitsubishi

Got the flip phone and the scripts on

Satellite dish, 50 inch with the Knicks on

Every day, it's real in my life, you live a sitcom

Real dons, bustin' out this hustlin' game with the name

See it in lights, bitch get it right

Scorsese, capo, black Mercedes

Miami in back with the crack, the late '80s

Brown Timbs and thousands

Now we on to some real dough

How does it feel to count a mill'?

What you above? Throw a party and show love

To the same cats after your stacks who throw slugs