Well, in these times, well at least to I It's a whole lot of niggas trying to sound like That's why I put the flow in a cocoon Created my winter raps in June Stored them in the vineyard, it'll be November when you hear em I bought these J's in '99, you just seeing 'em now You might see me on TV with 'em Might see me in the streets conversating with killers I was laid up poppin' bottles smoking loud with my bitches I own planes to Vegas with Street Wiz and the Villain Feelin' like it could all happen tonight Roll the dice, if you scared turn the lights on Thought we was all meetin' here Where did all of these mice come from? Monsta Beatz is in the speakers and I'm tryna write somethin'
One life we live, highed up Everybody wishing they was us I, too, would wanna be the man with the pounds And the million dollar plan
Right quick, hit a quick right In a Chevelle '72 Double-S with the stripes I orchestrated this organization of niggas chasin' paper Break a pound down, have a roundtable discussion Like, 'I think the lil' homie fucking up' Pull him to the side, get him right, I'm getting high Tryna keep my profile low Hoes digging after my gold, I'm on 'em though Rappefied aim at a lame nigga bitch like I'm sayin' I'm finna roll, babygirl, you playin' Fourteen inch ? with the white walls on the Cutlass Sold a Regal with the vouges and the mayonnaise mustard ties 'Who them new niggas?' She don't trust them guys Watch 'em babygirl, you could be my extra set of eyes It's treacherous and it's live