| Uh… shit from my gas | 
| Seperating ourselves from our past | 
| Perfectin' our roll over the yams | 
| That’s why, we here | 
| Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah | 
| Pacin' around the villa in some Supreme slippers | 
| On the phone with my lawyer talkin' about six figures | 
| Don’t mistake the enigma, boy I’m a street nigga | 
| Just educated, so these people like to deal with us | 
| Infatuated with laws, checks, and money rolls | 
| Without mistaking, we blow it because it comes and go | 
| I got her waitin', she open, she’s trying to come and go | 
| You probably think she a hoe, but she out a centerfold | 
| Say this the life of a don | 
| Keep the baddest queen up under my arm | 
| Because a king shall fuck on a pawn | 
| Say its chess not checkers, baby | 
| God in these streets, these other niggas reverends, baby | 
| Ain’t shit changed, yeah I’m still off 7th baby | 
| Swervin' and swervin', pushin' a 6 | 
| Had my pops sick when I went spent 80 on this | 
| He said I ain’t learned shit when he was movin' these bricks | 
| I said only if he knew how much money I’m gettin', nigga | 
| Yeah | 
| But everybody knows (because everybody knows) | 
| Everybody knows, and I’m fine without you | 
| People come and go, but everybody knows | 
| That I’m fine without you | 
| [Verse 2: Curren$y) | 
| Yeah | 
| Shiftin' gears | 
| Seperatin' ourselves from our peers | 
| Perfectin' our roles over the years | 
| This is why we here, still, with so | 
| Many people ended up lost | 
| And fell off, but I remain | 
| A boss at all cost | 
| Depositin' more cake in the vault | 
| Crazy pay from the verbal assault | 
| Made me a star, bought my daddy a car | 
| Diamond pieces for my niece | 
| My niggas ask for guns and keys | 
| Some of my niggas just want degrees | 
| Help out all my dawgs | 
| I don’t think none of them wrong | 
| Kick it with the livin', the dead ones live on | 
| Through the songs | 
| See their face in smoke traces from the bong | 
| Shit so serious, man, project window, box fan | 
| To the air conditioned Rolls Royce sedan | 
| Was the plan, nigga | 
| Yeah | 
| But everybody knows (because everybody knows) | 
| Everybody knows, and I’m fine without you | 
| People come and go, but everybody knows | 
| That I’m fine without you |