Appetite for destruction, my whole hood under construction We re-up and start from nothing Purple and tossing, niggas need bank for further discussion Bullets of rain feeling like Cain, when they murdered his cousin God willing were here to make a killing Dope dealing, numb in they face, no feeling Hoes chilling round like Wayne, no ceiling Like Kobe, they try to ball too fast, they mow healing What a feeling, hustlers ambition, I was 12 Watching H cook it up in my main kitchen Gem star on the hammer, mama dishes No pot to piss in, finna started a competition Bank roll three days old, same clothes My side bitches your main hoes, I taint those Watching out for the state troopers, main road The federalis and the fuckers in plain clothes You cant deny me, cant beat them, stand beside me Better at a bank than taking a chance to rob me Back claiming my spot, how the fuck can you stop me? New kick but listen to butt in Versace Here nigga fresh from what I did, have you forgot me? Bout to win in confident, nigga, just watch me Blessings from God, I know He got me I beat every bird that I had, nigga, dont knock this Went the poverty to the property Spit it till you niggas get tired of me, high commodity Gotta believe in treats till Im bodied to see success They front, they call you fam same time they see you stress Hot as a kettle, nigga gotta ride with tech While youre on a private jet, Im in the ghetto dodging death In the ghetto for my daughter, gotta provide, make sure she set Gotta survive,bitch, Im an icon Iconic, how ironic, similarities in the music, funny I find this I timed it, guess who co-signed it