[Intro/Bridge] I'm still stacking money like that rent do I'm still serving n***as, f** a menu Bailey tossing pounds, Preme sliding bricks through Lo doin it all for the sh** I didn't do [Verse] I shouldn't even be here this year I should just leave this b**h here Young Malcolm, by any means I needed more I'm still looking for the 2 that pac Shakur My conspiracy is beyond a theory Eyes closed I swing with fist, blind fury Benz dolo grams In my Han Solo Still getting to the money James Cracchiolo Since you ga**ed let me push the pedal No mask still a young rebel Need henny and some f**in red bull I'm just doing what they'd never let you Stuck in front of liquor stores with slicker who*es Who keep on tryna talk to the kid while I just pour I should draw like I'm equipped with a 64 No games though b**hes always want you to play for they attention But I can't entertain those I got work, moneys my main goal If she worth it I prolly stay though Or we can ride out Come show the kid what you really about [Outro/Bridge] I'm still stacking money like that rent do I'm still serving n***as, f** a menu Bailey tossing pounds, Preme sliding bricks through Lo doin it all for the sh** I didn't do Should I even be here this year? Should I even be here this year? Should I even be here this year? (mad city) Even if I lose they still cheer Clap for em Clap for em Clap for em, Look [Skit] The um purpose of this story, chuck and his friends and others, like him is to uh show the ghetto child how live and try to prepare him for when he's ready to leave (He ain't going no place baby. The ghetto child ain't leaving for no place!)