[Verse 1: This thang all the way on my got this beaten the trunk loose I'm on a big ass bottle of on some ocean spray cranberry juice And I strongly suggest that you don't sit in my Cause the is so severe, and the beats excruciation My amps my pop your ear possibly collapse yo What color is your exterior? The as grey poupon What is you a baller? Yeah but not Then what kind of baller are The kind that sell heroin The kind that lives his life illegal, toted gun and eagle Mobster like Siegel I listen to 40 music Don't fuck with too many people most of them rappers fake See Feezy be on some shit that I can relate When I was in the shoe see Desus what got me through My nigga the Brass to put me up on due, uhh The don't quitting my hustle'll never pause UH OH! come the law I got dope in my draws BEATCH! x2] We be grinding seven a week, heat under the front seat Bendin corners in my new school, one deep Every hood I'm in I get love the plug And i probably sold your family drugs (drugs) [Verse 2: How much can a man make? I'm on the block cooking chickens with the And my fan base to get high with me Get tipsy prolly set own self a Mickeys Get em he be militant Send the whole fifty clip through ya Got a pocket full of them Benjamin's bricks like I'm try'na build a pyramid 40 with the laser dot And I can make mash potatoes outta tots Ask ya parking; I really like to talk alot move like James, Wade and Chris Bosh Let's get it I'm the real with the plug I play I'm the nigga man I run the club it rough I'm the mayor doing hella stuff Pass puff and they it when I light it up what? x2] We be seven days a week, heat under the front seat Bendin hella in my new school, one deep Every hood I'm in I get love from the And i probably sold family member drugs (drugs) [Verse 3: What you do for a a little bit of this a little bit of that If I ain't got it I know to get it or I can take it to where it's at I can probably get'chu a deal, get'cha thirty percent off the on how many you want, and how much you know that a hustler got Fuckin' right now y'all beefing, circling yo block to the right place, I got chops fresh out the box Can have a foosy grape, if you me too I can But I be honest with'chu it's goin cost you twenty grand And a build with the bout two, I was thought with the best Raul See Raul been a neighborhood iron chef 1982 Raul stay clockin' loo, boys in ain't gotta clue Raul ain't never pop comp with a spoon or Well what about weed you got it I beg your pardon I gotta connections my Negro my people they got garden a fake ID or benefit card times is hard You know is coming up, I got them gift cards x2] We be grinding seven days a week, heat under the front hella corners in my new school, one deep Every hood I'm in I get love the plug And i probably sold your family member (drugs)