Uh, yeah (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Uh, switch this shit up
Big bro said this that (Back on that rappin´ shit)
Weighin´ it up, scalin´ that shit, man

Countin´ up, you know? Stackin´ up profit shit
We ain´t even thinkin´ ´bout the problems
We stackin´ dollar bills up
´Cause there ain´t no future, it´s right now what you make it

Uh, it´s right now what you make it
You gettin´ fronted, that´s what you touchin´, that´s not what you makin´
And I´m still with dread-heads like I was Jamaican
And we still risk-takin´, get a half a brick shakin´
Then a half a book shakin´
Yeah, I wear them face mask so I don´t look wasted
Still stickin´ to the basics
Big bro the real deal, he gon´ bust that bitch, taste this

That lil´ heron crack flow, this shit laced
Still straight from 7-9, every day in different states, kid
Give my lawyer 50 more, I ain´t tryna face a bid
Jealousy a motherfucker, see it in your face, it is
I ain´t hurt a motherfucker, why you gotta hate the kid?
Nigga, you like 30 years old, tryna chase the kids
His daddy did that but he don´t know why you hate the kid
I done seen it all, I don´t trust a soul
We try and get you gone, yeah, but that´s your dawg
We was in this shit since leap frog (In this shit since seesaw)
Way before the streets, it was b-ball

They settin´ it up, it´s goin´ down like seesaw
Then everybody start shootin´, that´s what she saw
Red, red, all red, that´s what we saw
Look like he hit in the head, that´s what we saw
And we thuggin´ hard ´til we see the feds, bitch I´m ´bout to ball
Pack said touchdown, know he ´bout to call
You know I don´t play about my dawgs
You know we don´t stop at all
Wops go to 12, we gon´ drop it off
And we see the 12, we don´t stop at all (Skrrt)
I´ma get away or go to Hell
This a 12, we don´t stop at all
Still here with Rell, you think I forgot about big dawg?
Tweak, watch your top, ´cause I´m rocked, we knockin´ that shit off

Hustle like a motherfucker, know we droppin´ that shit off
If he try and tax, we cop 50, knock all that shit off
Still gotta ride with a 50, and I ride with a 50
All 100s, I´m outside with a 50
Pop out this bitch on my side, flash and it´s empty
Bitch mad, I´ve been in my bag, now I´m in a sitchy
Y´all know Marley and Max, I know Scratchy and Itchy
Learned the whole Lakeshore, I was ridin´ with Richie
I don´t think he seen his son ´fore he died, that shit hit me
Slim ain´t never see his son ´fore he died, that shit hit me

I ain´t cried in a minute, I be cryin´, shit be hittin´ me
I be tryna leave the hood alone, but that shit don´t fit me
Know I´m still ´bout it, ´bout it, I´m outside in my Dickies
I don´t even ´posed to be, but I´m outside with my blicky
I know I´ma shoot this bitch and so is everybody with me
I be tryna save the bag but I got everybody with me
You know I been rappin´ like this since
Y´all don´t really hear me
But you don´t prolly know about that ´cause
Y´all weren´t really with me
I´m still right here with 60
I´m still out here in my biggidy

I´m gon´ be here ´til they get rid of me
I´m ready for all of my enemies
I´m gon´ finish victorious over all of my enemies, uh
With DJ Victorious
We turn them racks to Bentley keys, nigga

Nigga, uh, uh, uh, uh
Turn them racks to Bentley keys