Seen It All

I said you already know nigga, young gotta flow Before rap, Young really got dough Before rap, Young really seen snow In the kitchen 'bout to make some magic Then blow it all in magic, Pull up to my partner in traffic Gave it to him, it was all in plastic All I know, I ain't tryna go to jail Heard that shit closest thing to hell When it's stepped on make it hard to sell When you been where I been, make it hard to fail 'Cause I'm the realest nigga in this Y'all know it first nigga hitting magic in that 6-45 Love to say Jizzle nigga, stay in new shit Where everybody black back 'cause that nigga can't drive Doors open up I emerge with ten chains Even back then they was calling me ten chains Ask me what I spent, I tell 'em it's no thing If I had to add it up, it'da cost like ten things We used to take a little show money just to throw money If it's on the floor nigga, it's the floor money If you brought it out to blow, and you got it from the blow Then that's why the fuck they call that shit blow money Still the realest nigga in this, y'all know it Carrying one hundreds 'til the day I came through Nigga hit me up saying "going out of town" So I threw him fifty thou, told him "bring me back two" Not only got my fingers crossed, I prayed Called this little piece up, got laid Then he walked in, threw them both on the table said "Fuck that shit, young nigga get paid" Then I whipped the Benzo on Lorenzo Stay down nigga you don't talk like ten toes Hoes see me in this big pretty mothafucka Bet I leave the parking lot with about ten hoes I done seen it all Yay stack seven feet tall Swear it look white like a wall What you know about thumbing through them hunnits, twenties and them fifties Spending tens and the fives at the mall? I done seen it all 20/20 Pyrex vision Catch a contact standing next to my kitchen Hear the 20s, 50s, hundreds, the money machine clickin' And my Rollie ain't tickin', I ball I done seen it all Uncle died on the spot Pop killed the family with heroine shots Gave my life to the block Figured I get shot least I die on top I came alive in the drop Big body all white shit looked like a yacht I got a five grand a pop I had a plug in Saint Thomas on a trillion watts Flew him back to the states park 92 bricks in front of 5 60 state Now the Nets don't throw from where I used to throw bricks So it's only right I'm still tossing 'round Knicks, uh Probably want your auntie a couple bags I probably front your uncle a couple halves Was in the S-Class you was just in class You know I was finna blow like a meth lab Expanded the operation out in Maryland Me & Emory Jones in the caravan Took the show on the road out in VA Dropped a couple off with Rolla in the PA (Real Rolla!) Plug got shot started slowing up Took a trip down there to see how he was holding up The wars on now he got shot again This time he was gone for good then we got it in Emory got knocked we was down 10 The whole team hot, walls closin' in Nigga's can't tell me shit about this dope game 'Bout this cocaine, man I done seen it all