Who are rich and troubles are few
May come around to see my point of view
What price the crown of a King on his throne
When you're chained in the dark all alone
I'm as real as they come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the hood but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don't f** around
I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, sh** is real son
Cause my god son just became my real son
Think life is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm pushing the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it ain't right, I don't sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to k**
Gasoline, propane, ain't no salary cap in the dope game
Ain't no collective bargaining on c**aine
So in other words n***a, do your thing
Mind in one place, heart in another
Please pardon my brother
He's just angry at you n***as
Who don't have your heart in your rap sh**
And got too f**in' comfy, 'cause we still f**in' hungry
Young Money, got the munchies
Faded, f**in' faded, aw yeah I'm f**in' faded
They tellin' lies about me, aw yeah I must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, eight months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad b**hes workin' in that sh** hole ah!
Three visits later, I went and did it major
So f** the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin' all these kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my n***a out ow
Stop playin', I ain't with that bullsh**
n***as act like b**hes.
Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would b**h
Brand new p**y, p**y good as baby powder
Two glock forty's, n***a you got eighty problems
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some f**in' goggles
Its better to give, but we don't give a f** about 'em
I just came home, sh** then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot n***a, steal toe
I ain't workin' with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf**in' field goal
Talkin' 'bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your b**h, get that "how much you love your lady" money
I know you fake n***a, press your brakes n***a
I'll take you out, that's a date n***a
I'm a grown a** blood, stop playin' with me
Play a**hole and get an a** whippin'
I think you p**y cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay 'em down, tempur-pedic
This sh**s a game of chess, you n***as think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah 'tis the season
I give you the business, b**h this a business meeting
My n***as hungry, my b**hes greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
n***a, I'm straight, my girl a f*got
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater salad, ugh!