Uh, Still got the raw I ain't world touring Rocking Greg Lauren, Blowing weed smoke out the foreign In the building pressing E pills afford rent Need a transport I use my broad and her friend Couple niggas salty as fuck, they hate the fact I'm making waves Tried to duplicate the blueprint got sacked on the play Stay out my way you'll get left slumped like Arty Clay Wasting mad studio time with that garbage you make Fuck you artists God my target is a large estate, new Ferrari car Garlic steamed lobsters on the plate Pockets swell got clientele from my block to outer state The forty knock a organ outcha body leave you sloppy Make money fast cause it coming like that Tracy bought a two for thirty hit it once and said she coming right back Can't trust none of these motherfuckers keep a nice gat Blood full of fire and my heart on icepack Whatever you and your squad think you are, I'm twice that Bring the work out to Long Island they paying twice that Piece of brillo in a rock where the end of the pipe at And light that, they like that Lately that's where my life at Yo, uh My shit voodoo, nigga you know my style, bout to break it down in plastic and pass it off to the crowd Jump, serve the junkie right on the mattress she wore a gown I'm riding in the town, caught giving work to the town Mooch a different makeup, fuck up her makeup on the wakeup The sizzlin' heat burning her cheeks like a Steak-Umm I'm smellin' a fake thug you probably got a pay stub Who's the type of nigga to buy a brick using straight Dubs You a straight [?] But twenty probably got same blood You not a shooter your niggas choosing the same gun We both dope but I'm saying we not the same drug We don't walk the streets and the people give us the same hugs Bet I strap ya mans like a bitch these OJ gloves Hit you with the bar you busy trying to raise one Crystals on the cocaine shining bright like a ray gun Yo yo, don't get shot with the same one. (nigga)