[Verse 1:] Late night n***as at the shell date Bird out, gang signs, said to bang peace Big cons, long pimps and they well grease Black woman on my 20 dollar bill crease Hand shop, man down in the bill, sheesh In the maze in the graze thinking Swiss cheese Double back, 10 mill, I made a big scene Bullets start flying by a n***a, that's a sick breeze While I'm here, take a pic please You know legends die young, rest in peace Prince and Pimp C From the block to the big leaves, self-made millionaire, white America ain't pimp me Don't tell me that it's skin deep Don't tell me that I'm tripping homie, listening to my instincts Step back for the increase Hustle Gang got it mapped out for the fifth [Verse 2:] Late night n***as, on 100 night thing Choppers out 'case a n***a tryna concrete b**h tripping cause I'm always in the street Bag on money in the Beemer on the back seat b**h you getting played or you playing Broke a** n***as always running round saying young from your face Heard you banging, heard your name before You that n***a making statements So we all got Ganging n***as in the cut cleaning red dots Loose, skinny a** n***a calling all shots b**hes and the snitches tryna get a n***a locked off f** all cops, took me to the spot when I tried off Chuck the deuce in the G when I ride off All luxury sh** for a young boss