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