[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