[Verse 1]
Both middle fingers to the force
I just left [?] in a Porsche
And I always chose money over war
Still ready for the beef but don't talk to the pork
Just a n***a from the way getting paid
We been living but I die for the homies any day
And they love me from the 6 to the Bay
Roll a n***a over in the Rolls if he in the way
I'm loaded, racked up loaded
Back up n***a, I'm way too frozen
[?] bet she love me by the morning
A-list b**h but her name ain't important
If they buy a brick in my city I import it
Shout out my connect but the feds might quote it
No 9 to 5 cause that sh** look boring
New whip, new b**h and them hoes both foreign
Woah, middle fingers to the cops
b**h I'm the boss on my block
My little bro changed since the day he got shot
Bandana [?] now we look like Pac
Just trying to make a million with this pen, get my n***as out the pen
Build a dozen n***as [?] and I do this sh** again
Man I only got brothers, I ain't never had friends
Getting dollars with them n***as that ain't never had cents
Oh no
f** all them [?]
All of them b**hes is my b**hes
All of my n***as is mobbing
[?]
f** all them n***as, my n***as is loaded
Catch a n***a ride by myself
Got the nine on me, I ain't really ridin' by myself
I don't need help, I count mine by myself
On a mission to the money, that I designed by myself