mommas said boy where u goin/ i told her/ i need to head to the streets/ pistol in hand/so wen i come back /im tryin to be the man/i hope u understand/ the world out here/life full of choices benzes and Royce'/in need mine/huscle and grind / i feel like going crazy for the loot/dont me break your spine/ run up in ur shit double time/duck tape and rope leave a nigga choke for the money/leave him scoped for the money/cuz i need that cash/and if u got a lick u better throw that fast/so i can run that shit like a 50 yard dash/jus me no vic/and i bring that fire no bic/and i stay on point no pic/dont get mad becuz u smell the shit/