[Verse 1] Modern day gangsta, old school playa A find display of greatness at it's greatness Send an array of strays at any patriot Breaking down K's instead of quarters, it's kettle water Please, no more zip locks or shoe boxes My little n***as in school got sh** now All of the teachers in the school got fixed When they seen me in the streets they give me gifts I ain't riffing or rapping or yapping No I ain't from the Nolia, but I'm clapping No I ain't into coke, but I have it No I ain't into dope, but I stock it Like I ain't got the po in my pocket No I don't like Nicole's but I cop it The white man looking like I ain't fin' to go in my pocket No I ain't fin' to stop I'm still poppin Holla, like I ain't at your throat I'm a turtle neck collar Our purpose is respect with a capital R Whoever don't die today, they'll be back tomorrow n***a I'm on a Harley, cruising by rides With the stogey in my mouth, Makeveli in the iPod Weezy F., nine milli and the eye's lied Make you think it's a fire squad The way I find mine, in reality yall behind mine So I can't see you, all you see is Evisu signs Weezy