(Verse 1)
Son I’m iller on the street
Than I am on wax
Or if you see me in New York
See me making me stacks
And if you see me on the island
See me taking a jack
And I think I’m all that
How yall niggas feel about that
Be careful
This rap shit it’ll get to your head
Have you screaming fuck the police when you scared of the feds
Here’s a jewel
Love your enemies
And hate your friends
Your enemies remain the same your friends always change
I travel, state to state
Stash box filled with weight
Jaguar XK8
Money machines countin papes
Kites with 5 words kill em now don’t wait
For 21 years I’ve been sober slingin dope and crack
1 year I’ve been down with rap son and I fuckin relapse
Hydro and hash I’m twistin it
Cash I’m gettin it
Cristal I’m sippin it
Hot shit I’m spittin it
(Verse 2)
Yo giving me flashbacks when I was young
I was laughed at
Here’s the facts
I had stash cracks
In my ass crack
Ayo some cats get shot
And some cats get smacked
And niggas get crazy and they don’t know how to fuckin act
Phone check
Dude get the fuck off the jack
Got a stash box with a mac
In a baby blue ac
Trynna find out where you rest at
So I could run up in that
Blast the gat
Run off with your stack
I’m on it like that
I’m livin like that
I’m eatin like that
Takin that cheese that’s the way it is man
And it’s like that
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