Vaulted ceilings Countin' up what we made from this rap drug dealin' Shooters weapons concealed 'em But it's nothin' to peel 'em If they get to feelin The block had em' chillin' top drop Ya boy sittin' front spot Honeycomb wax wrapped around that OG anthrax My mind blown, open up to new things With that large money bring cars from yo' dreams Mash that pedal, make that coupe sing Performance cone Serenate us all the way home When I get there my chair will be a golden throne Wrapped in the rarest fabrics, that only the royals own The soil of new Orleans I grew up and started ballin' Homes just ate I still scramble like I was starvin' What is you niggas wantin Push buttons startin' turn my car on Keys open doors Escape tunnels in the floor All I ever did was serve it to em' raw, yet they want more I was up at my brother's Stag Was just 14 years old! And no I ain't a murderer! I'm out chillin and a killin' hoe Jets in the motherfucker J-J-Jets in the motherfucker Count many never never get off Soon as I light this we tourin' When I say I want it all, I want it all or nothin I tend to stay high so I don't fall for nothin Ay dam hustlin' Turnin nothin to somethin' My youngest OG is a socket because I'm pluggin Boy, the streets, they love me because I plug em Big dawg give it to em raw I don't cut em 3-6-9 I tend to roll with a dozen Ex-drug dealer my car's clean as my money Probably smell like a onion In my own zone The only time I'm runnin is if it's behind the money You name it I done it I be runnin the options So anything I did I came away with a profit Banked it, spent it, gave some to my partners My hustle gotta nigga money growin like cotton I was switchin' work like I pitched for the pirates CEO money I ain't even go to college I was up at my brother's stag Was just 14 years old! And no I ain't a murderer! I'm out chilling and a killin' hoe Jets in the motherfucker J-J-Jets in the motherfucker Count many never never get off Soon as I light this we tourin'