OG Daytons not them Eagle wires Can't be compared to them Fisher-Price riders Blowing Indo smoke in the face of outsiders I remember being broke, I did not like it Now we all on top, this shit lopsided In the presence of G's, baby can't hide it She finna cheat, it's already been decided Before even our eyes met she was familiar with my concepts We were each other's conquest, or so I guessed I get dressed and back on my business Discussing Jets on those, in my chilling clothes But in my grind mode, really though Making my rounds, riding my 'Lac Checking my traps, counting my cheese Ducking these rats, watching my back Fuck the police, after my scratch Got it from rap, would you believe this legal crack? We ain't never gon' die, holmes Too mothafuckin' live for 'em Rap task force, got eyes on 'em Only thing catching cases is my iPhone See my eyes low, it's safe to say I'm stoned Reefer through your speakers any song that I'm on Riding Caddy Biarritz, my bitch know daddy the shit I get it, stash it, and spin it, light up and do it again Yeah, legal doses of cooked up coke up out my notebook Before that chronic tree you slung that dope or you made that coke cook Soft or hard, white or tan, smoke the green Cornbread right out the pan, Jet Life stamp so you know you're paying It's 22 thou, gotta count it again? From the city where they yelling like (Fuck police!) No man's safe on no-man's-street Them boys been crazy they don't smoke no geeks It's Jones baby better get your freaks Five hundred horses, mind drifting on Porsche shit Pound your Z, five hundred-thousand, that's gorgeous Married to the game so why would I ever divorce it? Hoops and in-n-out combos, contraband to my clientfolk Ladies catch feelings and you know the rest of the motto Aqua flow so underwater, Loius Vouitton goggles I drop it up and drive, time to thug light my hydro