This for my n***as who ain’t here I travel some miles to see ’em, Shinin’ like a chandelier, You ain’t got to get close to see him n***as talking out they lip, I say em I shoot above the rim, These n***as know what it is, Big drp inside my timbs I heard them say I was broke, What the f**k these n***as talking bout, These n***as know that that’s cap talk, 100 bands up inside a vault Everytime we speak it’s that murda talk, For a fact all these n***as know what it’s bout And I know they ain’t havin’ the s**t I bought When we up that chopp they draw the charge Been thru it all these n***as p***y When it come to this s**t ima b***h When i see your lil homies they starin and lookin’, My hittas on go and you better not push em I stick to the rappin’ my og be cooking, Wanted a chance when they gave it I took it Up in jail every day I was hooking, Juvenile center I overlooked it, I Heard ’em say I was broke But these n***as know that it’s cap talk n***as b**hes hear when I talk I was banging and slanging inside the north Whole lot of money I made it all, They ain’t from where I’m from can’t compare to me Up the cutter make em draw the charge I’mma stretch him he thinking ’bout tagging me