Hey, yeah
I run the block with the mop
Ain't no love in these streets, you get popped
Ain't no trust in this world, you get crossed
Some bands on your head, now you pawned
I'm on these trees straight from the weed farm
Roll a big blunt, nigga, I don't want no bong
Light it up in the air for my niggas that's gone
Fingers itching for the money, make you turn zombie
Sell you whatever you need, whenever you want it
Remix 8-ball, sell it for three hundred
You know a young nigga love runnin' to the money
I get impatient, I'm plottin' on somethin'
Always on that mode, you know how I'm comin'
Put an end to ya shit, one press of one button
I pull up to the bank, I'm just doing some hunting
I ain't makin' no deposit, bitch, I came for the money!
Fucked up the hunnets, I hit me a lick, the plug wouldn't front me
Saw all you mufuckas switch up and change
So I'm rockin' like a one-man army
It's dangerous inside the game
I ain't got no limp, but I'm walkin' with a stick like a pimp
Try me, I bet I won't go out like a simp
I want all the smoke, best believe I am him
The one with the eye, seen all things
Married to the streets, gave the bitch a wedding ring
They wanna know where I came from with this drip
They wanna know how I did it without help
Stayed down for too long, now it's time to get up!
I been bleedin' and sweatin' and tearin' shit up
I been takin' these packs across America
Fuck tryin' to survive, fuck tryin' to get by!
I need money tall, Mount Everest high
Heart filled with so much ambition, I come right back to life if I die
Super Saiyan $even—yeah, look, yeah
BADASSNRG EMPIRE!
You not loyal, you a liar
She treat me like pacifier
I fuck her, degrade her, demoralize her
I'm beating the bitch in the kitchen, tired of
Tellin' this ho to clean the dirty dishes
Super Fly, Super Saiyan $even, the Mack just pulled up in a Lexus
Next thing you know, 2026 Benzs
Sticking to the code, bitch, I'm standing on my business!
Killin' everything, I ain't leavin' no witness
Trips to Japan, yeah, bitch, it's on my shit list
Just a young nigga from the streets, I love digits
Your ass better be ready, pullin' up in a minute
Born to be ready, won't let you forget me
Old school prelude Honda, not the Civic
Beat still got trunk jumpin', ain't no system
Windows won't come down, this shit's trippin'
Pull the sunroof down, I stand up on the victim!