[Verse 1: Tumi Luciano]
Money came. Cascade. Black escalades
Hold up. Lemme tell you a story
Lemme tell you in lyric what hip hop did for me
We went from being illiterate to being story tellers
Rapper punks chill with drunks to being story sellers
I was always curious as a youngin'
Freeway Harley Davidson with no luggage
We used to dream but our dreams we never followed
Never show remorse cause my pride I never swallowed
Rap about money and you probably think I'm shallow
Million plus RRs you can check that on my shadow
Confidence brimming since I was ill with the lyrics
Mr. T.u.m.i real name no gimmick
Hennessey in a white cup me and my n***as we sipping
Chilling, laughs echo through the room while we reminiscing
The good old days…
[Hook]
Smoking on the trees
Out there with my team
Ain't nobody out there
Better than my team
Damn, n***as wanna stick for my paper
Damn, n***as wanna stick me for my cream
Ain't nobody better than my team