[Verse:]
Real estate skating on Daytons, gla**house
Church like the congregation
Smoke one for the paper chasers, run it down
Count it up, everybody get a cut
Organized rhyme syndicate, shipping it 'cross seas
Boss keys start boss cars
Sedan like Star Wars
Low riders with the color bars, garage priceless
High as I get, it's surprising that I ever get to drive 'em
This joint I lit'll cost you a hundred dollars
We roll 'em up back to back, no problem
Hella options, haters watching
Plotting on the riches but the snipers caught 'em
At the fences, smoking k**er in the trenches
It's a war going on in the streets said many
And you ain't gotta walk out ya crib to step in it
[Outro x2:]
sh** wicked, deserve a documentary
How we made money, made music, made history