We gon´ make it, knock on wood We gon´ make it, knock on wood Used to wish that I could ball, yeah, I used to wish I could
Fifty thousand on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet Yeah, I´m only 29, but I still ain´t hit my peak ´Cause I (What), uh, I´m out of sight Quarter million for a ´67, yeah, I think I might, uh (What) I think I did, God damn, think I did Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib Then I dig up in the rib (What)
We gon´ make it, knock on wood We gon´ make it, knock on wood (What) Used to wish that I could ball Yeah, I used to wish I could Now with millions in the bank My only question is I should (What) Scared money don´t make none, yeah, I"m good Fifty fifty on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I´m only 29, but I still ain´t hit my peak Put a bullet through your sheet, put your body in the earth Like a cleat, like a (What, what), like a cleat Bobby gon´ body the beat, then you know he gon´ repeat ´Cause I´m what? Out of sight ´Cause I´m (What), I´m out of sight Quarter million for a ´67, yeah, I think I might, uh I think I did, hold up now, I think I did Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib Then I dig up in the rib Fifty million in the bank, hundred million on my mind If I die tomorrow, at least I done had one hell of a time Switch the flow up when I rhyme
Switch the flow up when I rhyme People throwin´ shade ´cause I shine Fifty thousand in the pot, I just threw in twenty blind Shooting craps in the alley, I bet all the food stamps Now my house in the valley make me wanna do the dance, like
We gon´ make it, knock on wood We gon´ make it, knock on wood Used to wish that I could ball, yeah, I used to wish I could Fifty thousand on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet Yeah, I´m only 29, but I still ain´t hit my peak ´Cause I (What), uh, I´m out of sight Quarter million for a ´67, yeah, I think I might, uh (What)
I think I did, God damn, I think I did Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib Then I dig up in the rib (What) We gon´ make it, knock on wood We gon´ make it, knock on wood (What) People always told me I would never make it out my hood Yeah, I made it, knock on wood Now I made it, knock on wood All the money we makin´ keep circulatin´ like it should