762s sweep the block and do some damage Puffin on cali green with bitches jus the average The ds spin the top back Shorty hand on my neck under the rim of my brand new ball cap Now show me my respect cuz ur bars wack Get bitch slapped, my straps clap I bust first don’t bust back Ran up in ur hood like tyreke and I left 4 flat I know only god can judge not the feds or ur hoe ass Tryna put me in chains cuz I’m brown and I’m makin big stacks Go get cash don’t get mad It’s all about the cream now what’s ur method man like wu tang clan Everybody’s wanna scam Ig their momma owned a bootleg stand I hate a broke bitch and ouu I hate a succa that begs I didn’t have shit till I got up and made my own way Now on a plane u won’t ever see me sittin tryna beg on the corner askin for change I’d rather make minimum wage And stack my money up and find another way I could get paid But I’m just preachin the words of confirmation comin directly from all my demons We heathens in enemy territory oh yea we str8 up creepin Tryna find the opposition and put a stop to all of that breathin Give me a reason and I’m squeezing call me a liar you’ll start believin I’ll put the barrel to ur grill makin u cry before I smack all of ur teeth in