Blowing fast, let it go (Yes) Raise a glass for the coast (Coast) We the last of the ghosts Niggas funny when they broke (What) Say they love me when they donĀ“t (No) With the CĀ“s and the BĀ“s I get money with Ā“em both (What-up though) Floor seats, fuck the bleachers Back to breathing that ether (Ooh) RidinĀ“ around with a feature (Ah) Nigga, this the Mona Lisa Fuck being lyrical IĀ“m a walking miracle Vultures in my cereal Music is my vehicle Negro spiritual SlidinĀ“ down Imperial Nigga, this a different texture
Homie, I ainĀ“t with the extras Four clip for the hecklers (What, what?) In the hood IĀ“ma pharaoh Blue rag my apparel (Yeah) Party at the hotel (Yah) Never hear a ho tell (Sshh) IĀ“m the shit if I do say Gin and juice, off a DĀ“USSĆ Strippers jumping out of Snoop cake LilĀ“ nigga, how the truth taste? In the meanwhile IĀ“m digging through these weed piles Mama, look at me now (Look at me) Martha on speed dial (Ay) Verified in the streets Rap shit got a lot of fame Energy, Long Beach See through Ā“em like a hologram
ChasinĀ“ the bail, back in the field Got my conceal, call a new seal KeepinĀ“ it trill, no Cypress Hill You got to be real (Whoop, whoop) This shit here built to last Had to break the hourglass Slow money come fast ItĀ“s just a doggy bag Now go ahead and get mad Never been a kiss-ass Them woke me out my slumber Ā“Bout to do numbers on your bitch ass
To all my young black entrepreneurs, stack paper Skyscrapers, get you some motherfucking haters And my young rap entrepreneurs, reach your goals Fuck them hoes, through the concrete crew it rolls
AinĀ“t tell you that the world was yours, stack your paper Skyscrapers, fuck all you motherfucking haters All my young rich entrepreneurs, keep your vision Fuck your system, turn the cappinĀ“ to capitalism
John Wilkes in the booth, IĀ“m a hundred rope when I shoot So tailor-made in my suit, IĀ“m the Michael J of my group This Johnny blazinĀ“ at Snoop, and thatĀ“s Dr. Dre in the coupe He get the queue, I donĀ“t Bishop, ainĀ“t no O.J. in this juice Another day, Ā“nother pick up, but I ainĀ“t playing no hoops With this inner circle, I figured I tried and stay in the loops
Stick to the script, this a stick up, but IĀ“ma stick to the truth Black thought with a black fist up, like IĀ“ma stick to my roots IĀ“m hot, boss, donĀ“t slip In New York, IĀ“m drippinĀ“ with hot sauce And IĀ“m feelinĀ“ real Gucci, that means IĀ“m drippinĀ“ on knock-offs Party just like a rockstar and IĀ“m sippinĀ“ a rockstar Your woman think IĀ“m crack and I know IĀ“m gettinĀ“ my rocks up Most these rappers is fiends, I mean, they know where the rocks are ItĀ“s like they hit the rock and hit rock-bottom to rock hard But me, IĀ“m bossed up, keep a Rosco like Boss Hogg
My cards just because, because you lost, you a lost cause Go Ā“head and get bad, IĀ“ma go Ā“head and get cash And I donĀ“t get sleep, I get big bags, you big mad