Imma' just be quiet JRAG on the beat Samurai The corner of these racks is givin' me paper cuts Once I became a millionaire, I start talkin' less and listen much Once I seen these niggas was really bitches, I kept my distance much Once I bought a Ferrari, I gained interest to go buy diesel trucks Showed my lil' brother half a million, he never seen this much Told em' never let down his guard, even with things you trust Tryna' keep him free from the yard, so he won't bleed like us Tryna' keep it clean, but it's hard, but currency's a must Oo-wee Oo-wee The bottom of the Margielas feel athletic So much codeine in my body, my legs feel prosthetic Driveway like the blue-eyed dragon, that bitch three headed Most of the time the nigga that snitched and the one that said, "He said it" Baby mama snitch on the trap, just to be petty How can a nigga raise his kids, when even his old freaks tellin' Shit deadly, grabbin' them firearms, I hope your fist steady Talkin' 'bout the belly of the best, well this the devil kid's belly, the ghetto Ooh-wee Hmm On Sauce Ooh-wee The current of this codeine, got my soul spinnin' Summer, Winter, Spring, Fall, all my hoes winnin' Way before my flows and all my shows could bring me golds tickets I was in Las Vegas, makin' millions, off a old business, I'm serious I ain't tellin' you niggas no more, mane Run that back!