[Production by Thelonious Martin]

[Verse 1]
I hit the barber, get a lineup
Throw stiff dick in vagina, uh
Pull out of diners, toss packs out the Sonata
The gas pedal was clutched by the Pradas
All off the product, I'm blowing chips in the mall
I pray to ball until my number is called
I'm on a plane or selling drugs in a hall
Clubs, dimes getting fucked in a stall
I took trips off of juggling raw
Back to the hood, smoke a bog- in the store
And many nights I made love to a whore
I place the call, topic is money, I wanted it all
Before the sun begin to fall, meet me at the [?]
The fifth floor room number 504
And when you get here just knock at the door
N***a wake up, count money for the fuck of it
Already know it's there but it's the love of it
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[Hook]
Slit neck of the goat, host the funeral on a boat, n***a
Sip punch, big steaks, and big blunts
Pet human that do stunts, huh
You n***as runts, I got the chest of the ape
I ate the grapes as I made my escape, huh
Vanished in smoke, enemies throwing the yolk
N***a, all for the love of the coke, uh
[Verse 2]
I look the judge right in the face
Sold dope and beat the case, n***a
Lawyer paid, vacation it was taken in the shade
This the life of a man who got it made, uh
I sport the diamond studded black crown
Enter the spot without the pat down, uh
Firearms make you big n***as back down
The drink was poured, Willie Hutch sang in the background
I'm just a product of my story
Been mimicked since I was a shorty, uh
Become one with the Baby .40
If I go out, it's in a blaze of glory, n***a
We in the streets still sinning
Bitch n***as died and the world kept spinning
I'm rocking linen, pop the wine cork off the yacht
N***a, all for the love of the rock, n***a

[Outro]
Still fuck you n***a
Smack your fuckin' lunch tray out your fuckin' hand
You fuckin' vegetable lasagna ass n***as, fuck outta here
All you n***as is motherfuckin' food n***a
You n***as is motherfuckin' fried rice n***a
Fuck that shit n***a