[M-Child] [Chorus 2x]
I want a lot of money, hoes, and fast cars
Kamikaze medallion because I'm a star
Light-green in a perfectly rolled Philly cigar
(Light-green in a perfectly rolled Philly cigar.)
[M-Child]
Damn, who would think that I'd make it this far?
Young n***a, nineteen, fulfilling my dream
Player-haters a**ed out if they f** with my team
Watching show, left and right, M-Child be what they scream
f**ing on hoes that I've never in my life seen
Vets and Navigators, park 'em in the driveway
Platinum and gold plaques, post 'em in the hallway
Two-story mansion up on the hill is where I stay
We barbequeing and getting to chewing everyday
I tell 'em for yes indeed, got clips that make you bleed
We'll plant your a** into the earth like a tree
n***as who ready and scrapping harder than Mr. T
From the O.M.P, M-C-H-I-L, D
[Chorus 2x]
[M-Child]
I'm all about making scrilla', flippin' that green dough
I'm playing it for no hoe, player-hate, you gotta go
n***a looking dummy from that Hennessey in my tummy
f**ing on soft scalps, telling me my dick is yummy
On the other hand, I've got plans, I'm living straight
Keep sh** to myself, f** trying to tell Ricki Lake
Kamikaze be the realest n***a, never be fake
Bring it how we bring it, n***a, like we'll blow you away
With hot slugs, you dealing with n***as who full of d**
Never go to sleep, roam around like waterbugs
Better guard your chest, or your chest full of blood
I tell it like it is, Orange Mound be full of thugs
You dealing with coffins, with n***as that take sh**
With n***as with no love, yelling, "I ain't no b**h."
You better stay in your hood, you ain't familiar with this
I'm dropping motherf**ers like I'm dropping hit after hit, b**h
[Chorus 2x]