[Intro]
Ain't this what they've been waiting for? You ready?
[Verse 1]
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up sh**
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game, and I said, "Yeah, I do."
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryin' to bless me, like I said achoo
Like a n***a sneezed
n***a please, before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' n***a but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck
And they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist
No crawlin', went straight to walkin'
With foreigns in my garage
All foreign b**hes ménaging
f**ing, s**ing, and swallowin' anything for a dollar
They tell me "Get 'em!", I got 'em
I did it without an album
I did sh** with Mariah, lil' n***a, I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly n***a, I'm flyer
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari; hater, rest in peace
Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talking 'bout my n***as, then what you talking 'bout?
Gangstas move in silence, n***a, and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, f** n***a!
[BEAT CHANGE]
[Verse 2]
Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these n***as; I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah, that's my team
Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to count a million cash, then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo my new b**h, she don't ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast
‘Cause these n***as want me dead
And I gotta make it back home
‘Cause my momma need that bill money
And my son need some milk
These n***as tryin' to take my life
They f** around and get k**ed
You f** around, you f** around
You f** around and get smoked
‘Cause these Philly n***as I brought with me
Don't f** around, no joke
All I know is murder, when it come to me
I got young n***as that's rollin', I got n***as throwing B's
I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's
Every time I'm in that b**h I get to throwing 30 G's
But now I'm hanging out that drop head
I'm ridin' down on Collins
They let my n***a earn back home, that young n***a be wildin'
We young n***as and we mobbin'
Like Batman and we're robbin'
This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real n***a, what up? Real n***a, what up?
If you ain't about that murder game, then p**y n***a, shut up
If you diss me in your raps, I'll get your p**y a** stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood
No, that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing dueces on the same n***a they watch
And I'm the King of my city, ‘cause I'm still calling them shots
And these lames talking that bullsh**
The same n***as that flopped
I'm the same n***a from Berks Street
With them nappy braids, that lock
The same n***a that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these n***as hating on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on that hood sh**, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say remember me
So much money, have your friends turn into enemies
And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from 40; ain't no 10 a key
Hold up! Broke n***a turn rich, love the game like Mitch; and if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still s** my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie
When it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy
When he first touched that brick; I'm gone