Riding down I 7.5. My hat hat to the side My whip in the sky Holster on my side My gun in my lap Passenger seat about a 150 racks Yeah I been balling since a youngin They all know that The feds got my paper work and striped it all black Blind folded cuffed up took too unknown place yeaht In a vault flipped the light on said aye look at that Put it this way the money couldn't fit it in one bag We know Baby Jesus We all know that you rap Take this inherited money left from yo grand dad Mix it wuth you art and put Gem City on the Map Yee ain't never met a real OG like me Fitted all the way down to my Nike's Icee light green but I don't ever speed Mango 2 seater standing tall like Kareem I'm from Gem City Everybody too Litty Chitty chitty they ain't thinking before they Bang Bang And me I lived it my story I'm writing hall of fame I had the cars I had the chains Been shackled and locked away Got out I had to change After you pray God gon' make away Cold dark nights Turn into a brighter day And me I keep the heat close like a blanket Frey Just in case someone gotta got too the furnace on that day I'm praying for you Don't want you to ruin yo life It's ok to get a job kick that bull shit aside And let God talk to you he gon be the guidance in yo life!