| Woke up this morning gotta thank God |
| I don’t know but today seems kinda odd |
| No barking from the dog, Pinky just died |
| See I had the dog for a long motherfucking time |
| Wipe my tears and gon' bout another day |
| It’s Christmas time, the trap open on a holiday |
| I just found out I got ounces the other day |
| And I can’t drank orange juice or lemonade |
| I’m a renegade, you need to rent a cop |
| My bodyguard is all black semi cocked |
| And I done did some thangs a nigga ain’t proud of |
| Sold my mom drugs, told my dad fuck him |
| Had sex in the Caddy as a young nigga |
| Have you every made love to a drug dealer |
| She replied 'yes' I told her 'nigga please' |
| I’m higher than the first class winter seat |
| Riding through clouds |
| Don’t know if you noticed the projects is gone |
| Walked out the church cause all the bibles is gone |
| Had a nightmare that all my rivals was gone |
| Well I’m killing this shit they can die in a song |
| 24's on a new |
| No top on but my business straight |
| More campaign mean more champagne |
| Condo view, I can high five airplanes |
| I’m Mister Old Days and I miss them old ways |
| I can’t lie I miss them old J’s and I ain’t talking bout the O’Jays that did |
| music |
| I’m talking bout the OJs that did it with a shooter, ya feel me |
| My girl on E, my car is on empty |
| I ran outta gas, I might buy myself a Bentley |
| My flossing to strong, my grind to relentless |
| Definition of repetition, air conditioning okay cool |
| Riding through clouds |
| As I stand in my |
| You heard shots |
| I’m a money-making-holic |
| Bending over backwards |
| But I’m not islamic |
| And my bitch |
| You assholes, ask Hov |