this shit like 4TF OTL double the bag and bring to the hood we some hittas all my nigga monkey throw some Nana's we came posted street ain't been nice to me couple millions paid to mama mama look at u foster, mama look at ur poster he did made some cash niggas shooting like mad Max came from the trench the Grammies can't change me for nothing cama up the pars Forsho couple minutes in Atlanta cold as fuck go get some money boy he act like he's funny the streets don't smile get your shit up, is kill or be killed bodies drop like a cash flow the wall street war still on can't visit home, mama hope u safe still can't count that cash put it all in place my shoe lace worth a living my pinky five million dollars we came from ground around the street smoke wood and would on it like some hittas will tell on it go get some money and pace on it I'm tired of schemes I'm tired of rigs I'm tired of robbing stores