[Verse 1]
This that old school, beepers
Serve the product out the sneakers
Ralph cleaner than a housekeeper
Bag of kush in the denims
YSL young street legend
My dude copped the beamer 7
Use my mind as a weapon
Paint pictures with a sentence
So you imagine like John Lennon
Cook it up, Daniel Son be the chemist
Know I'm sittin down with bosses and lieutenants
I'm talkin plans for the future
Grams in the hookah
Good sport, shake hands with the loser
Then I take his b**h and get brains in the Supra
One stop shop, got the change for consumers
Cause ain't no winnin in this game of life
Coppers hit my number so I changed it twice
Older heads always give the same advice
You gotta grind and save your money for them rainy nights
[Chorus x2]
I tell my dude crush the chronic
Roll the L, jack
Call a freak
Crack a fresh beer out a twelve pack
Rats get the hell back
Yo get the hell back
Snitches like Martin Lawrence
Cause they run and tell dat
[Verse 2]
I stay quiet, can't risk the quotation
Cruisers down the way so I switch the location
They takin notes so I switch the flow, it's the code
She s** my dick and you kiss the hoe, get the dough
Roll the kush up in a spliff
Henny got my vision with a twist
Eatin stew chicken on the strip
Thinkin of how we livin when we rich
Brown bag money, new guerillas in the mist, yo
I pour the good champagne on your b**h
Light the cali weed and get brains in the 6
Drop the smokescreen smooth
Make my way to the roof
The chopper get me with a lady at two
Make loot, smoke good, switch lanes in the coupe
f** around you get buried in a grave with a suit
Put my hands to the Bible when I step in the booth
Cause everything that I say is the truth
[Chorus x2]
I tell my dude crush the chronic
Roll the L, jack
Call a freak
Crack a fresh beer out a twelve pack
Rats get the hell back
Yo get the hell back
Snitches like Martin Lawrence
Cause they run and tell dat