Ayo A Rolls Royce made a nigga look Much bigger than life, big toopens on, Jesus flooded with ice Pachino blow, gettin' niggas stuck I knowin' niggas doin' life in a box And not giving a fuck, word up Drug connected, invested, crazy math Movin' like Escobar, coke Pacho It's this nigga they call Gunn Flyest nigga in charge, yo, cash rules Hamdullah Baggin' addy, shootin' niggas outta big navi's Fuck it, run up on 'em, quick stab 'em We gotta handle the score Duffle bags with Gucci emblems For imputin' pure, yo son, we killin' niggas Carryunloaded handguns, 'cause I don't trust shit Flyer than bitches on Saks 5th, duh Dolce wardrobe, we pose with a 50 Cal' on me It's the nigga, jugged drug dealer that'll kill ya Fly nigga rockin' fatigue, money machines, and triple beams At 16, I'm on the run for more robbery The state lovin' niggas like me Gettin' cream up in Junior High Changed my lights up, Gunn was the flyest nigga in class Math wasn't shit, learned that from older niggas on the ave Word on my life, Uncle Baker wasn't shit when he was alive Walkin' the strip with the .9 Choppin' eights up at Domes And that's how I live Some niggas can't respect it Rock up a gatherd necklace, pushin' the ES 300 Lexus Brothers the teacher lessons Chiefin' up reefer, lettin' all the Gods relate the message The flyest niggas ever Tote guns wherever Rockin' cuban links and Armani leathers, but yo I sold crack on the ave I got back like "Fuck it", 'cause next day I was back on the ave And that's my word on everything, Lord I sold everything, 'cause growin' up All I heard was cash rules everything But right now I'm tryna lay low Get my mind right Street Entertainment takin' over when the time right Agein' gettin' older, then no "I'm not dead" So I'm stuck in hell watchin' grown men shed tears 'Cause where I grew up at Niggas'll stab you in your fucking back Then no friends live where I live And that's a fucking fact Hard top Lex', rockin' baguettes Cuban links on, modelin' Guess Probably with TECs The carryin' handguns, Runnin' with real live niggas, silencin' major plans Yo money actin' Hustling cracks up, tucked the Macs And politick, and brought the gats in Beef and broccoli chip twisted Bullets hit his Benz, listen Runnin' with drug dealin' niggas Willin' Vigors Flyish, rockin' Lacoste, ayo Connect sniffin' coka Million dollar niggas sportin' Rovers, yo Big faces, atleast a hundred grand outta briefcases Canary stone thrown in the bracelet Steppin' out Stress the Lex' out, son Check us and count, a hustler One that cop grams for a lesser amount The plan is: get the money and bounce Back to servin' fiends, two for fifteens, no doubt I'm out, I'm out