You who are rich and whose troubles are few
May come around to see my point of view
What price the crown of a king on his throne
When youre chained in the dark alone?
Im as real as they come, I follow the rules
Im still in the hood but I probably should move
Made enough money, I dont fuck around
I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is real son
Cause my god son just became my real son
Think life is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, Im pushing the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I dont sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane
Aint no salary cap in the dope game
Aint no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in other words nigga, do your thing
Mind in one place, heart in another
Please pardon my brother
Hes just angry at you niggas
Who dont have your heart in your rap shit
And got too fuckin comfy, cause we still fuckin hungry
Young Money, got the munchies
Faded, fuckin faded, aw, yeah, Im fuckin faded
They tellin lies about me, aw yeah, I mustve made it
Rikers Island on this flow, eight months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches workin in that shit hole
Ah, three visits later, I went and did it major
So fuck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all these kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my nigga out
Stop playin, I aint with that bullshit
Niggas act like bitches, Sheneneh, oh, my goodness
This is Waynes World, and yall are just some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
Brand new pussy, pussy good as baby powder
Two glock .40s, nigga you got 80 problems
Swimmin in the money, Ima need some fuckin goggles
Its better to give, but we dont give a fuck about em
I just came home, shit then got real hoe
Lil Weezyana, the boot nigga, steal toe
I aint workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherfuckin field goal
Talkin bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that how-much-you-love-your-lady money
I know you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga
Ill take you out, thats a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, stop playin with me
Play asshole and get an ass whippin
I think you pussy cat, ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down, Tempurpedic
This shits a game of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its Young Money, yeah tis the season
I give you the business, bitch this a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop-pop-potato salad