[Verse 1]
I woke up this morning this is insane
Rich as a motherf*cker and aint much changed
Open my eyes no surprise Im with a different bitch
Different day different ass different tits
Strap under my pillow I dont want the jit
Im not supposed to do this shit but I forget
The true principles of life are supply and demand
Guess if you never sold dope its hard to understand
My man got knowledge of self at my back God
Find out todays mathematics when that Mac go off
My temper volatile grew up a violent child
F*ck a boy scout I air your ass out
Nigga nice chain dice game try your luck
Shoot a couple head cracks leave wipe you up
Im a fly nigga my denim vintage
Gold medal around my neck like I won the Olympics

[Hook]
We came from nothing now they saying we straight
Nigga hold up hold on
Hold on
These niggas they watching every dime we make
Hold up hold on
Hold on

[Verse 2]
We want that deluxe apartment in the sky with a clear view
Instead we get the Ds in the rear view
We learn to play the game how its supposed to be played
And so you know you violate you supposed to be sprayed
Its not a big deal to me stay calm
Ill shoot the shit out of a nigga then call it Barrel Bonds
But if I dont do this shit myself bet Ill get it done
Shit on my nigga you shit on me we of one
Used to do graffiti now look we major
Dont make me write my name across your face with a razor
Re-Up new joke they say this sample the bomb
This shit can take a two and we cut this bitch with a one
Watch the fiends stand in line for the potency
No lactose involved pure propo leaf
You can sniff that or cook that to my belief
That money coming in like we run the streets

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
This shit go how I said go when its time to expand
So say its over your dead body and thats the plan
You a gangster for real you ready to ride?
Nigga you gonna die a bad case of too much pride
Check my DNA homie Im a different kind
Hit the speed dial that quick Ill get ya lined
Wont wont your block just cop your work from us
Those niggas you call allies cant be trust
That Rollie all gold I got the Midas touch
Sometimes its hard as hell not to touch stuff
On the phone I heard Ye smacked the shit outta a kid
Now Jimmy got life gonna smack him again
When its war itll be war to the very end
If they ever say we lose I start it again
Lets sneak the niggas spray that Semi at your momma crib
With a silencer we couldnt even hear that shit

[Hook]