Hook: They comin' in on boats, leavin' eye on yard Hope them shooters don't plot Try to take what I got I'll see you at the top top top I'll see you at the top top top Cold, coming in on bails, breaking down to the blocks Take my b**h shop, started from the bottom But I see you at the top, top top I see you at the top top top Gaining my weight back, 25 bricks I'll take that And the kids you like daddy crocka Cooking chocolate that I bake that Thousand hundreds I break that Million dollars I make that Gat the yellow bone with the pinky stone Gotta going on, when I slay that S*ck my dick and I'll lay back Drop the beat and I'll lay the track Water hard is like break track While my back well I can't stand Bury him alive in the pit where the snakes at I know better than checks a n***a ‘cause I know they trace that Please don't say my name and my number man erase that More hundred year more have to had to face that Like the cool wind from Chicago got his face cracked Chop the pig in the leg, and the back where his mase at [Hook:] All I see is stars and superstars, models and bottle bars Got to ..a garage so I can park my exotic cars You gonna live large, got hoes on the boulevard This is the result of a young n***a working hard Give bricks on my face card, a sack on my waist hard Formula 1, don't make me pull out my race cards That feeling you young, you see me I like to taste broads My n***as being thirsty they like to date broads Things that should be easy baby mama she make it hard God bless our son, but sometimes I hate the broad b**h get out of my life, jealous ‘cause all of my ice Trying to keep my son out my life, you know It ain't right [Hook:]