I'm the man, but I kick it with my boyz in the hood Still got big wheels, got toys on the hood We're responsible for all the noise in the hood Stole bikes, sold niggas handlebars in the hood No love for a pig, got farms in the hood Nigga grow where the clothes hang From the Clarke, so she fell in love with Propain Say she can't wait 'til they legalize cocaine You don't know no money if you don't know dope money Dollar sign, dollar sign, that's a logo for me If a nigga got a problem, send his photo to me Got a killer on my line who don't say no to me Broke niggas get a thousand, take photos of it Straight bitches on the couch going homo for me Let them hating niggas talk, it's all promo dog Run it up, run it up, it's all promo for me Ain't a nigga in the city can do logos for me Ain't a label out this bitch that can do promo for me I got the keys, got the door, got the building Feel like 444 before the billion Nigga getting fucked like an athlete If a nigga need vision, he can ask me It feels like 1997 when I pull up pimping the pen And when I pull up with the [gunshot] Call that "Ricky's Revenge", nigga I'm the one that they hated Lil ghetto boy, said a nigga wouldn't make it Had to jump out on my own, ten toes on the pavement Where I'm from, respect earned, you either fold or you take it Back then when I came through the door, it was shaking Nigga bank account broke, we were low with the paper We were getting laughed at by the hoes, it was crazy Man I told all my niggas, "on my soul, I'ma change it" Stepped up the focus, I took a better approach Once she got on these bars, like a felony, sober Now young nigga hot as the devil, he's smoking Tf is you joking? Been blessing this pen Boys that were hating they wanna be friends Hoes that were laughing they claim you they man Man I swear to God ain't no better revenge I'm gone in the wind, Pro!