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[Intro]

He was the druglord of East Oakland who made twenty to thirty thousands dollars a day selling narcotics in a slum. "He cool, he real cool. I like the way he died you know, he died in style."

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]

When you from where I'm from you look up to Craig Petties

Trappin' out a four door, Bordervilles and Box Chevies

I might score a hundred just to turn into a Bentley

If that traphouse boomin' you can probably catch me in it, ayy

You ain't got the money and you wanna get fronted

Okay leave your mama address and her phone number

Shut the spot down, switch it up, we been doin' numbers

Cussed my bitch out then lost fifty pounds, that's bad karma

Smoked a blunt off lemon tree and ate some fish and grits

Gave her a quarter mil and she jumped on the plane at six

Everything went smooth, I treat myself and up my wrist

All I think is hustling even when I take a piss

Couple hundred thousand in a shoebox

And I got a couple choppers in my toolbox

Dope boy, all white, party on the yacht (it's Dolph)

Man this shit too good to be true, I need to stop, ayy

[Chorus: Project Pat]

Pack touched down, I just took off, uh

You [?] shawty, I just call the boss

Bust down, now I'm tryna hit the block

Fifty for my watch, keep a Glock like a cop

Pack touched down, I just took off, uh

You [?] shawty, I just call the boss

Bust down, now I'm tryna hit the block

Fifty for my watch, keep a Glock like a cop

[Verse 2: Berner]

In my city we push weed and that cream

Fly money back and forth, the DEA they search my things

I bought a Porsche this morning, I was bored

So much cash I bought a stashhouse just to store it

You don't get no love out here, you get extorted

On Monday my phone going crazy taking orders

They need me by the borders, I ship it out to Florida

I'm the man in California, half a million to my lawyers

Michael Corleone Blanco, flew me out to Jaco

I'm in Costa Rica having million dollar convos

Them suckers get they head bust, not the friends I can't trust

Talking all crazy, bulletholes in your Benz truck

Yeah they say dead or in prison's how we end up

Shit I could give two fucks, I got my bread up, yeah

I'm riding through the city smoking snowman

How many drug dealers become an old man?

[Chorus: Project Pat]

Pack touched down, I just took off, uh

You [?] shawty, I just call the boss

Bust down, now I'm tryna hit the block

Fifty for my watch, keep a Glock like a cop

Pack touched down, I just took off, uh

You [?] shawty, I just call the boss

Bust down, now I'm tryna hit the block

Fifty for my watch, keep a Glock like a cop

[Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]

Masked up, then you got a better chance of living

'Cause if I'm barefaced kid, it's according to how I'm feeling

All my life I want a million, but I will accept a brick or board

Shot up a nigga's house mane for tryna sneak your boy

I'm blacker than a Reese's, cat too you mices

Moving lames out the way, this draco telekinesis

Hustle 'til I'm dead, the money never ceases

Revolver to his skull, his drawers smell like feces

Black girl mixed would never hold keys to a tepees

Smokin' on my peace pipe while on her knees-es

Talkin' work over the phone like talkin' to police-s

Get indicted, need a bitch out here with knee [?] like [?]

Slick moves with the sick jewels

Foreign rides make your bitch choose

With a pimp, cruise through the neighborhood

I wish a nigga would, I'm pullin up that Berner

AK-47, and I'm unload the burner

[Chorus: Project Pat]

Pack touched down, I just took off, uh

You [?] shawty, I just call the boss

Bust down, now I'm tryna hit the block

Fifty for my watch, keep a Glock like a cop

Pack touched down, I just took off, uh

You [?] shawty, I just call the boss

Bust down, now I'm tryna hit the block

Fifty for my watch, keep a Glock like a cop