No games Run the rope chain and the cocaine or get burned like flaming propane The king whose name rings from Beijing to Spokane We love blue Benjis and Benzes, you know that won't change Forever Avi leather, only fucking if she 8 and better If she ride it like stony the only way we stay together First place on the race for the cheddar Treasure over the pleasure, only thing a nigga know is dough endeavors Bold soul only roll with go getters and O stretchers Live from the sector where they sold reckless Rose gold necklace, 40 belows and low sweaters Flows like 'caine in your nose, left my foes breathless Semi-auto preference, scratch serial Murder material, guard this arson on your stereo Box cutter blade rusty, eighth custy, caught a Jack Til I get my hands on it all, I'm never falling back Keep my Ralphie bucket on tilt, Cristal spilt Feel no guilt for the opps that got killed Only built for the Cuban links, moving coke and stink for the dead face Piping dimes till the bed break, we dread a fed case Living rapidly, my life is moving at a jet's pace Copped the work from Colombians by where the Mets play Queens connection, G-O-D be my reflection in the beamer flexing Sliding through Medina bumping Smif-N-Wesson Bitch perfection what we striving for as I do fly decor' Seen shit with my two eyes I wish I never saw But that's the lifestyle of the night child Used to roll the haze up in a white owl But it's kush and raw right now Fake connection, denim over Gucci aces Busting on groupie faces, son I swear to God I know we'd make it Dedicated to the fly hoes and the hustlers Dough doublers, hand to hand serving customers Daily on the grind, chinky eyes dimes in lust with us Live illustrious till it's ash to ash, dust to dust Dedicated to the fly hoes and the hustlers Dough doublers, hand to hand serving customers Daily on the grind, chinky eyes dimes in lust with us Live illustrious till it's ash to ash, dust to dust