V1:
They say Paul you so juvenile
I'm like what the f** you mean ha?
Im a grown a** man getting cream ha
Thats Cash Money with my team ha
All Black Hearses
Got them Hazzard lights on the scene ha
k**in the game, k**in the game
And then Bring the evidence to the cleaners
Got Blood stains on my NS shirt
Money off the books my net-worth
No joy if it wasn't for pain
But me and my team don't express hurt
Just straight faces, straight razors
Blade under the tongue thats for hatas
Dont talk unless its about money
We ballin we ballin we Balmain-in
Po'ed up Edgar Allen
Theres Poetry in that dirty drink
Bottom of the bottle is candy paint
Color purple haze and k**a cams mink
I Sip and slow up my conscious
Pockets a casket holding my sponsor
Cemetery I carry my profits
Walking dead on arrival I'm haunting
We say get Get money f** b**hes
You say get b**hes f** money
That's why y'all lames broke with no women
They know they want the ones stuntin
I pray for my preys
Keep my enemies close
And nothing closer, don't trust soul
You Conniving folks
We just smoke and toast
Its That east coast bullsh** we on
Breakdown:
Mindstate daily
f** you pay me
East coast made me
Didn't let d-evils take me
Cause this music sh** saved me
Pray they never A-K me
Once your at the top they aimin for your head gun off safety
f** em'
Our way the only way
f** what y'all say (repeat)
Chorus:
Our way is the only way (8x)
V2:
Pour one 2-4 that syrup sippin
Leanin like camber wheels whippin
Creepin right past ya
You see what I'm after
Talkin about all of those mills pimpin
Roll my bud in hunnet dollar bills
Ignorant sh** Just for the thrills
Inhale the ink spit it on paper and get a deal
It'llgive you chills
Eye on the money like the papers seal
Counting money thats how Nature feels
Went from bottom to top
Roof top From the block
School of hard knocks how we made it here
In the hallways Just a Nobody
Special-Ed I got it made
I don't what's better getting paid or layed
But when I get this money, b**hes here to stay
The women say they love the voice raspy
Don't match with the baby face
Doing grown man transactions
Making history on a lazy day
All you federalies come catch me
On my Frank Abagnale paper chase
Breaking rules
Running bases, sliding home
My papers safe
Make room we crept and we came in
Competition reciting their Amens
Sayin Rest in peace to those, coming in between us our goals and the money we makin
Leave the whole town vacant
Occupy it with NSco lacing
My soul knocking on heavens gates and my thoughts still in the devils basement
Breakdown
Chorus