| Late night niggas at the Shell deep |
| Bird out, gang signs, to the pale beast |
| Big guns, long clips and they well greased |
| Black woman on my 20 dollar bill crease |
| Head shot, man down in the ville, sheesh |
| Enemies, M.C.'s will get swiss cheesed |
| Double back, 10 minutes made a big scene |
| Bullets start flying by a nigga, that’s a sick breeze |
| While I’m here, take a pic please |
| You know legends die young, rest in peace Prince and Pimp C |
| From the block to the big leagues, self-made millionaire, white America ain’t |
| pimp me |
| Don’t tell me that it’s skin deep |
| Don’t tell me that I’m tripping only listening to my instincts |
| Step back for the increase |
| Hussle ain’t got it mapped out? Don’t offend me |
| Yeah, look |
| Late night, niggas out on 109th deep |
| Choppers out 'case a nigga tryna come creep |
| Bitch tripping cause I’m always in the street |
| Bag of money in a Beemer on the back seat |
| Bitch, you getting paid or you playing? |
| Broke ass niggas always running round hating |
| See a unknown face, where you from? Is you banging? |
| Heard your name before, you that nigga making statements, uh |
| So Way Out got gang of niggas in the cut pointing red dots |
| Lil' skinny ass nigga calling all shots |
| They send the snitches tryna get a nigga knocked off, ah |
| Fuck all cops, to a million dollar spot when I slide off |
| Chuck the deuce in the G when I ride off |
| All luxury shit for a young boss |