If you scared, play the sidewalk Wise guy, get the cheddar, then I slide off Hustler, get the pies off Hit it with the remix, then I sell it for five more Let it off like July 4th No game, all facts Show respect like DOOM, spell my name in all caps Yankee ballcap Swear to God, if I ever go broke, pull a toaster, get you all jacked, nigga Get the money first, the hoes'll follow You ass-backwards chasin' whores if the pocket of your jeans hollow How you profit sniffin' all the product up your nostril? The blind leadin' the lost, he can't guide you This a page out the dope mover's novel Eatin' food at LAVO My life illegal, mambo with diablo Two-steppin' to my heartbeat We takin' risks for chips, keep the chrome weapon under the car seat Like Rodney, motherfuck the sarge tryna charge me We move incogni' like the mob, fillin' cigars with parsley My broad bad and bossy, highly intelligent When your bitch a rider, better cherish it, your vibe irrelevant Rebels showin' reverence to the rhetoric Overcame a deficit, was medicine peddlin' The reverend told me never let the devil in We on the road to perdition and the new plug was heaven-sent Learned from experience, I had no OGs Gotta get a plate like Raekwon rockin' a Snow Beach Watch your friends, every homie ain't your homie Just get your dough and keep it on the low-key, for real Learned from experience, I had no OGs Gotta get a plate like Raekwon rockin' a Snow Beach Watch your friends, every homie ain't your homie Just get your dough and keep it on the low-key Ayy, yo, no record contract Just a bunch of customers and plugs in my contacts, tryna palm stacks Survival's only meant for the fittest when firearms clap No air combat, your own man'll sell your mom's crack For the love of evil roots Might say fuck it if it's feasible We love fleeing, European vehicles Eyes blinded by so many lies, can't see the truth Lost niggas can't teach the youth, we tryna reach the roof No ceilings React off of logic, not feelings You failed to profit, ain't the topic of your dealings Salute the villains hundred-dollar billin' In the lobby of your building, fuck squales, free all those in prison Stuck in the walls of the project halls where the coke smell still lingers External blingers is all we can be 'Cause on the inside, we've been givin' nothin' to shine on And a gig is harder to get than coke, so niggas get they grind on 'Cause the TV tells us: Aim high, nigga, make all goals lateral But that takes paper that we don't have, so niggas put they souls up as collateral now Some niggas reclaim 'em, some blame 'em, make an excuse to sell 'em But when a nigga goes from not doin' to doin', what can you tell 'em? Not to be a nigga? Shit, I gots to be a nigga, that's how I pay the bills And I'ma do that whether I got to sling this coke or exploit these rhyme skills See, America makes you an opportunist And at the same time, they institutionalize you So the fact that niggas get these big record deals, big money, and then go to jail shouldn't surprise you That's what lies do