[Verse 1: 2 Eleven & Jay Rock]
I can sense the hatin' niggas' character
Sometimes, it be your own kind, make it even scarier
Four shot derringer, I broke down barriers
From three generation of gang wars, I inherited
I can't lie, I got money and got arrogant
I flew from the set to Cairo to see the pyramids
In '03, inspired by Lil D and Meredith
Niggas came through the barbershop in '63s and Escalades
Full fledged since the seventh grade
By twenty-eight, I felt G status, I already made
Huh, not a smudge on my resume
Uh, no accusations, all accolades
Niggas like, "Damn, the nerve of this nigga
I used to buy work from this nigga"
Scrap still with me, we done leveled up on Sit and Nela
And Stro shot the visuals, he got us lookin' cinematic
Always on the clock
All she want is time I ain't got
A hundred million on the floor, I can see the plot
I brought gang with me 'cause I heard it's lonely at the top
Ice cubes in the watch, I feel like every day is Friday
A chip on my shoulder like I'm Rod Wave
Niggas been jumped ship, still tryna ride the wave
Invested in my vision, now the money come all kind of ways (Ah)
[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
2 Eleven, grab that money machine
My fingers blue from all these faces that I'm thumbin' between, woah
I seen niggas try they best to be humble
Until they got some money, it's funny, they switched on the double
I be 'em, I need a plug on that CCW
Ridin' dirty and the punk police can't fuck with you, checkin'
We been brackin' in a different tax bracket
They been throwin' shots, we got a different flack jacket, bitch
Like my nigga's store, you know we bought to level up
Millions tucked, head on a swivel'll get your ceiling bust
Legend in this shit, still feelin' I ain't did enough
Twenty years later, ESJ, still a runner-up
Deals on the table, gang of zeros in my contracts
I'm networkin', plus, important people in my contacts
On the Eastside where you find me at
I'm in my parking lot, used to flip quarters like a laundry mat
Haters like, "The nerve of this nigga
You better not say a word to that nigga"
Plus, he still dealin' with some issues
Fuck a head up, you get lit up with this pistol
Went from shootin' dice to fist fights on the block
And I'm still in the hood where I'm good, bitch, it don't stop
And everybody can't go, they smoke and mirrors, my nigga, and this I know
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