You know, This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story You know what I'm saying? (aye) Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what) Pull up in that new rarri (yea) Living like John Gotti (the mob) Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa) Drink a bunch of codeine (drank) Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers) Blowing money, stay clean (free bands) Michael Jackson, Billy Jean Got a panamera round a young nigga neck (porche) Got a young bitch pulling up in a vet (she working) Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of sex Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check Bitch nigga get money, nigga get that Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack You can hit a nigga line, order what you want I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk 50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup Keep a young nigga workin' ..... I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what) Pull up in that new rarri (yea) Living like John Gotti (the mob) Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa) Drink a bunch of codeine (drank) Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers) Blowing money, stay clean (free bands) Michael Jackson, Billy Jean Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider Young nigga play with keys, like a type writer Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idle I was never snitching, I can put that on the Bible In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle Nigga where you at, nigga we go pull up on ya Young Bitch looking like Janet in the 80's We was grinding up from a tube & a baby Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup Send it over from Lil Mexico & Let me Work I can get 36 for a clean shirt Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what) Pull up in that new rarri (yea) Living like John Gotti (the mob) Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa) Drink a bunch of codeine (drank) Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers) Blowing money, stay clean (free bands) Michael Jackson, Billy Jean Hol' up sir, you in my Rari Money like I'm Frank Matthews Killers around me like I'm Gotti If I tricked you, know I'm sorry I be fresh don't need no stylist I be geeking on them mollies Sell remix don't sell no cleans My hand like a triple beam I got workers like machine All I do is sell dreams Have my niggas serve fiends I get up and then I lean Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what) Pull up in that new rarri (yea) Living like John Gotti (the mob) Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa) Drink a bunch of codeine (drank) Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers) Blowing money, stay clean (free bands) Michael Jackson, Billy Jean