Verse 1: (ethemada**a**in)
I been through it all, seen it all, did it all, involved in life's gambles on every roll i bet it all
See, I spit it how I spit it cause I get it how I live it, live it how I get it, ain't too many did it how I did it
It's a damn shame the things I did to build my treasure, but now my name hold the kind of weight a scale can't measure
Monkey wrench type grip, who wanna feel that pressure, you don't have to answer that, its a rhetorical question
As little n***as, we learned to break boulders for digits, now we grown as hell, its hard to rub shoulders with midgets
And I'm the type who tough n***as say is too chill to hollow, plus I'm wild, and my pride too big to swallow
Gettin' money make me feel like i won't change, when I'm broke i feel so strange, its just the ups and downs of the dope game
I tried to quit but I'm addicted to gross gains, so i jump in with both feet like its no thing, i just can't get enough
Verse 2: (ethemada**a**in)
I lay it down like the cuffs on my sneaker, tuck my heater, keep beef in the pocket like pitas
Pop like Black Flag and lead poison mosquitoes, put my last hope in a dime bag and these roaches of reefer
I turn 10 into 20, food turn that back to 10, so i just bet it right back and earn 10 back again
Then turn 10 back again, see i turn a package into numbers, flip back and forth like a safe when crackin' in
When I was younger I was cool with just gettin' my shoes up, after school fryin' eggs to hook my Ramen soups up
Dreamt of Moet bottles, the next model of new truck, new guns, exclusive b**hes pullin' the coupes up
That's how them older n***as had me as a youth, stuck, til John Walsh and A.M.W. got Blinky scooped up
You a fool you can't learn from another n***a's screw ups, but we hardheaded, that's just how we grew up, I can't get enough
Verse 3: (ethemada**a**in)
See its just the same old psalm, just different angels to sing it, but these devils in my ear tryin' to rearrange my thinking
So I'm just adjusting to it, mind jumpin' to conclusions, makin' sudden movements, drug influenced, hustle foolish
Paranoia in my focus, I'm nervous when rubbin' shoulders, n***as reach into they pockets, I reach for holsters
I used to walk around with 6 felonies on my body, that's 4 for the dope, and 2 for the shottie
Went from bein' the dude who removed crews on demand, to MTV UK, Fuse on demand
Flava TV, record spins out in Japan, to beatmakers reachin' out from Scotland and the south of France
And I never sold out a day in my life, if anything I bought all in, b**h, I paid the price
Lost a future wife and kids to this costly game, see I overpaid my dues, I just want my change, I can't get enough