LOOK AT MY BLING LOOK AT MY NECK LOOK AT MY RING LOOK AT MY WHIP LOOK AT MY CRIB LOOK AT MY B*TCH AIN'T SHE THICK DON'T BE FOOLED BY THAT FACE THOUGH SHE A FREAK X2 LOOK AT MY GRILLS THEY BE CLEAN LOOK AT THEM AGAIN COZ THEY AIN'T GOLD BY THEY GREEN EMARALDS X2 LOOK AT MY KICKS THEY BE CLEAN CHASING THOSE RACKS LIKE A CAT BE CHASING RATS RACKS ON MY MIND LIKE A FIEND BE THINKIN OF CRAC I STASH THAT CASH IN A SHOEBOX UNDER MY BED THAT WHERE I KEEP MY GLOCK AS WELL COME TO MY HOOD MY GOONS WILL FEED YOU LEAD verse 1 : feed you lead x3 ok let me tell you how it is I'm just a n*gga from the streets taught to fly without a set of wings I'm just tryna make it out the mix just tryna make a couple of Mill's you know we gorra eat I'm tryna be wise with every penny this music thing brings I don't wanna blow it and end up a pr*ck I wanna stack it up high and give a cut of it to my homies like it a pie move out the hood coz we from the city where n*ggaz die you gorra sleep with an open eye no lie they be catching bodies everyday like they be falling from the sky every guy I know has robbed a house ain't nobody with no criminal ties even I am on my second strike it a race against time I gorra make it out alive or else I'll end up behind bars or worse on the other side but I'm way too young I gorra fight this can't be the last chapter of my life lot of folks be depending on me with their lives HATERS they be keeping me down telling me ain't never gon be a star but I tell em watch I'mma do it no matter what I'm made from a different kind of stuff I come from the dirt but I know I'm gone shine lke a diamond in the rough I maybe rough around the edges but I'm still gon get what mine