[Verse 1: Nipsey Yeah, we know you to put in work that's old and we seen your paperwork you told All these either sniffing glass or they living off the past When i'm blowing money with my bros Lately I been seeing niggas they soul How you a case and bail out on parole? I've state to state getting money on the road Had to reevaluate who I to talk to on the phone Switch it up, spit the game pay attention, you should up code and one day you 'gon get as rich as us Seven digit, street that ain't rich enough Forty million on the crib like that Puff Niggas buying yachts, niggas buying jets, make me wanna buy the block just to reinvest my young niggas catch it before it's nothing left
Baby me the ever did it yeah Hopefully my day ones will remember Keep shit a hundred one until the death Even when i'm gone they'll say I never Lookin' at the roof i'm glad I never quit That's my women though we'd never hit Sticking to the script get rich and never All my role models sentences, yeah em all em all em all em all em all em all em all em all em all em all em all [Verse 2: Fuck each and one of them I none of them Frank Lucas push his roof in front of him Leave a toothless when it comes to the loot I go stupid with the butt of the gun, know where i'm from? North Philly where Fraizer and Muhammad Last named Ahkbar they all cop cars When they pull you over, they might you over moving Now we Truman they know who we are They took a king from us, X'd Malcolm out You kidding me? I did my own history Illmatic, Reasonable Doubt that's the main reason why these rappers can't get with me Fuck em all, I hear the whistle know it's time to Y'all niggas throwing fouls but y'all don't wanna How you going on a with no vision? Fuck Stevies like a sight look at Stevie's ambition, we hood niggas that get it
em all em all em all em all em all em all em all em all em all em all em all
[Verse 3: Capone] nigga now that my pop's gone Low tolerance promise you'd get on Microwave the bullets like popcorn Grind heavy the come or the rocks gone Same nigga, so what? The time's When I couldn't get money I used to ways Counting thousands off the cavi in the It wasn't long before I figured out pays We still in of them bright days Dark streets, only when police raid Where niggas out and let that shots off Los Scan, a skillet it'll pop off I hit the ave and posted the uncut raw it up and told niggas I had the cake moss Nothing fancy, protect with the eight ball It wasn't easy I had to hustle on Hyde
Baby me the ever did it yeah Hopefully my day ones remember this Keep that shit a hundred one until the Even i'm gone they'll say I never left at the roof like i'm glad I never quit That's my women though we'd never hit Sticking to the script get and never switch All my role models doing sentences, em all em all em all em all em all em all em all em all em all em all em all