[?] find a way I can get it And that's what I'm doing, I'm [?] You gotta throw this black hoodie on for this Uhh, I'm on my soundtrack shit, check it out Sipping whiskey with Muggs, just left the Polo Lounge Dropped my bitch off in the Hills, she from the Polo Grounds She ain't really used to this shit, I live a fast life (for real) Bompton legend, that's what they saying, I rock my flag right Out of town, let's call the check in, that only sound right Please don't call for your chain back, if you ain't checking There's rules to this shit, we structured just like a state pen Gang members so antisocial, like "I don't make friends" Me and Waco at the Bel-Air, you know it makes sense Bought a dip off in the Bel-Air, a 55 though Uncut, ain't got no switches, I hit the airbag Feel like I'm talking 'bout you, you probably big mad Me, I count big bags, ride like it's Six Flags I promise you don't want no problems boy, you better big bag I went to your hood and they don't know you Know who I'm from the new school, but with the old rules Niggas playin' checkers outside, we bustin' chess moves Presto, went in his pockets and took his bitch too Check it out, yeah Please don't call me with that he say, she say No, I wasn't there, nigga, I don't need a replay Never changed my number, I still answer [?] Maybe it's a homie in the pen trying to write me Feel like baby joint, they gave the homie life, he got no phone So when he feel alone, I'm somebody he could lean on I told him: Keep your head high, 'cause one day you will be home Bompton, west side, but God love weighing the peace stone [?], beam like we been on People, I just love the way the hood made me The way the hood saved me, my mama couldn't save me I got up off my ass, boy, know I wasn't lazy Always kept it solid, know them niggas couldn't fade me (Can't fade me) Crazy, product couldn't aid me Came up in the 90s, duggin' in the thousands When they hit the plate, I was gettin' to them thousands (Money) Now to the millage, stack it to the ceiling You ever broke a bitch while you signed, what a feeling (Lord willin') I went to your hood and they don't know you Know who I'm from the new school, but with the old rules Niggas playin' checkers outside, we bustin' chess moves Presto, went in his pockets and took his bitch too I went to your hood and they don't know you Know who I'm from the new school, but with the old rules Niggas playin' checkers outside, we bustin' chess moves Presto, went in his pockets and took his bitch too