[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