(Intro) You see Every hustler gotta story to tell I know I do You see everybody think they got what it take to make it A lot of n***as won't make it, huh we made it It's that rich gang sh**, that YMCMB sh** That get rich or get wealthy sh** Ain't no other option for the mob n***a Lil' n***a doe (Verse: 1) Now I'm clutching on my toast While I'm ridin' in my ghost and I'm puffing Cali smoke While I'm headed to the boat Got two bad chicks with me I'm bout to f** 'em both I remember when I was broke man I couldn't f** a ho YMCMB dog you know I took a oath I'm getting bread by the loaf and I get greeted like a pope That Louie V purse ain't the only thing she toke So you better use caution when you approach Stay in line n***a ain't no need to encroach Break your legs player and have you running to your coach I need to feel some fingers since God got a hand And what's a calender when they say God's got a plan I already know what's part of your tradition and it's part of your religion When you brought up in conditions that's considered hard to live in So you're addicted to the paper And I ain't treach homie, but I'm naughty by nature And n***as try to erase you like you was born a mistake And haters be like slow down on the gas, pump your brakes Them n***as that are fake I leave them floating up a lake Mow the lawn for the snakes, set a trap for the mice I've been heavy on the dice I only sleep on my flights My baby needs shoes, and my momma need lights And my hommie got life, man in jail he got left So he lost all his rights Now all I could do was just write Tell him that he ain't dead yet He can live through me, and back to this crazy world He can give through me f** the world if they can't adjust, I'mma keep flossing And since life is a marathon, I'mma run it for Boston I'm in the garden, bumping up the best of Marvin Food for thought for you n***as starving Up until then, I'mma be duckin' behind the project buildin' Smoking that fire we with the ghetto children Plotting on a way that we can make a million, million, lord Up until then, I'mma be duckin' behind the project buildin' Smoking that fire we with the ghetto children Plotting on a way that we can make a million, million, lord Up until then Up until then Up until then, lord Up until then Up until then Up until then, lord