One fifty-five at the jeweller, two hundred miles on the dash Cherish everything I have (yeah), it could go in a flash I don't even wanna go re-up But really, what choice do I have? I know that they hate when they see us But really, what choice do they have? I worked hard for my shit, yeah, yeah They can't even [?] at the fact that I'm rich Jump in the wagon (skrrt), shit, I tell 'em: I don't even rap for the kids AP on me, that's the platinum ting Been couple years, I've been back in the gym I got this anger within It's mad 'cause they all on some gangster shit Huh, it's mad, everybody's a rat and a snitch Drifted away, now I'm back on my shit Diamonds and baddies, I'm back on my shit Still in a tracky, I'm back on my shit Link by the [?], I'm back on my shit I'm back on my shit Back on my shit Huh, they talkin' 'bout [?], backin' ain't shit Trappin' and aimin', his stackin' ain't shit, I'm turnt My plug, he don't ask me no questions, for real, 'cause he knows I pull up in [?] Algerian baddie, I'm smashin' on it Tell her to hold all the cash in the whip Championship, uh I'm winning, I won [?] I'm thinkin' a couple of kilo's, I would've just ran through a ton My name, they can't drag through the mud My name, they can't drag through the mud I'm still hood, I've been real from the jump One fifty-five at the jeweller, two hundred miles on the dash I cherish everything I have, it can go in a flash I don't even wanna go re-up But really, what choice do I have? I know that they hate when they see us But really, what choice do they have? I worked hard for my shit, yeah, yeah They can't even [?] at the fact that I'm rich Jump in the wagon (skrrt), shit, I tell 'em: I don't even rap for the kids AP on me, that's the platinum ting Been couple years, I've been back in the gym I got this anger within Hunch, yeah