my nigga my money and mama is in first After the fire comes the rain After pleasure there’s pain Even though we're broke for the moment We'll be ballin’ again Time to make your, my military be prepared for the bustas Similar to bitches that's scary, get too near me then rush 'em Visions of overpacked prisons Millions of niggas thug livin’ Precious, three strikes, hope they don’t tell us They pull a heater, ammunition in grace Shh, move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place They got me feenin’ for currency, the money be callin’ me It’s like I’m dreamin’, seeing scenes of me ballin’ Sophisticated, and this fuckin’ misbehavior Got the cocked 4-5, snatchin’ niggas' pagers Labeled a mark, soon as we start, it was hard to quit Started out drinkin’ 40s, moved to harder shit Goddamn, now I’m a grown man I follow no man, nigga, got my own plan In my hand got the .45, I kick it live to survive Make these niggas die, while gettin’ high, though we cry