Stevie Wonder on the pianos
Geechi Liberace in the building
Ray Charles on the flute
Sway wallabies, I follow policies
Always give her game every time she swallow me
Shootin' blanks, but you gotta hit the chart at least
Seen a lot of young MCs even die for peace
n***as posting pictures while I'm posted in Belize
Spent those lonely rainy nights just praying on my knees
Being overseas is a daily routine
Young n***as traveling the world, that's just been in our genes
Put the gang together, now you n***as traumatized
Kilos and koofis, King Tut during Ramadan
Scramble like I'm #9 during the summertime
Doubling back #1, I'm doubling back around
Drop DC Ford then shut Atlantic down
8 figure n***a, tell me how those numbers sound
Hit the Bay and let Berna know that I want a pound
In LA, get the Bentley truck just to run around
305 n***a 'til they gun me down
Little kids in the streets gotta come in the house
When the shots ring, even cops pause
n***as full of bullet holes which is not boss
Funny how a rich n***a was so poor at math
Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back
It's leather bearing a mere 80 bands
Middle of the floor, time for the money dance
It's a time for politics and it's a time to k**
Fast break and we coming like the Cavaliers
I could turn a n***a city to a battlefield
And my biggest flaw really was my lack of fear
Big Ducky in Fruit Town, he 2000
Tony Draper in H-Town with the coupes out
These my n***as on call and we bring the suits out
Pool party, it's popping like Uncle Luke house
Fake n***as, it's time that we pull ya skirts up
At the table and p**y n***as ain't worth nothing
Couple shooters gotta keep them in the sizzle line
Nothing real in them b**bies and this is still alive
n***as body dropping like a holocaust
The glory of war really your mama loss
First time all your kids got to play together
Holding hands, bow our heads, let us pray together
Funny how a rich n***a was so poor at math
Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back
It's leather bearing a mere 80 bands
Middle of the floor, time for the money dance
I cut off some more friends and family members
Hope they know I'm the raw n***a, a cold villain
Haters still hating 50 million later
I'mma tell you like a player, better get some paper
Still can't believe it all as I walk my halls
Rarely speak to these n***as screaming, "Free my dogs"
Little homie didn't rob, but he took the charge
Day county n***as still behind 'em bars