| Parachutes deploy with minimal noise | 
| You being visited by the hammer boys | 
| Motion detectors won’t even protect you | 
| You shoulda followed directions down to the last letter | 
| Crossed your T’s and dotted your I’s | 
| Got caught skimming frosting from the top of the pie | 
| That’s your fault, can’t feel sorry for you | 
| I’m filling the vault, casualties of war what’s a loss when you a boss | 
| We gotta break a couple legs | 
| If everybody at the table deserves to be fed | 
| Tough guys organized crime I was led | 
| Down a pathway of dollar signs and bloodshed | 
| But still kept a positive attitude | 
| Can’t keep shoo-shooing with you if I’m really on the move | 
| Progress to the next stage, next phase | 
| The feds thought I had my hands all in that point shave | 
| Associated, affiliated | 
| The pro’s and con’s to having your face on that front page, kid | 
| Lavish surroundings, Impalas with blades | 
| Exotic sports cars parked on the lawn every which way | 
| Lady assassin, two-day travel, carry out plays | 
| Diamond heist baby carrying out trays | 
| Keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches nigga | 
| We smoking weed in it, laughing in our pictures | 
| Wouldn’t talk about it if niggas didn’t live it | 
| If you don’t believe it then you could come and visit | 
| If you need to see it then ask one of your bitches | 
| If she bad she probably kick it | 
| She so glad she did it | 
| And its hurting you to admit it |