| I’m smoking on that west coast, I’m rocking Italy | 
| My bitch from Detroit, she moved to Memphis | 
| Fell in love with a D-boy | 
| When you first met me you knew I was on that player shit | 
| I play with money, I don’t play with ho’s. | 
| That’s that Castalia shit | 
| Fucking with Daddyo, he showed me my first half a milli | 
| Nowadays a young nigga playing with a ticket | 
| Steady copping new coupes and getting new speeding tickets | 
| Tear that shit up, throw it off the roof, light up my sticky | 
| Middle finger to the police, fuck the speed limit | 
| 12 years old, I told myself I’ll never be broke | 
| Basketball cool, but I’m good at moving dope | 
| Gotta take care my folks, but I ain’t selling blow | 
| I’m just doing what I gotta do (x4) | 
| The difference between me and you | 
| You gon' make up an excuse and I’ma do what I gotta do | 
| I’ma do whatever I gotta do | 
| I’ma do whatever I gotta do | 
| I’ma get out here and do whatever I gotta do | 
| Whatever it take, I’m too used to lobster and steak | 
| Nah you can keep that lil' pussy. | 
| Lil' mama I’m super straight | 
| Yeah I’m too busy running up this motherfucking cake | 
| I save them nothing bitches for them lame ass niggas | 
| You a pussy. | 
| Come to my hood, you get no pass nigga | 
| Might get robbed blind and threw in the trash nigga | 
| Sat my bitch down and told her I’m nothing like yo last nigga | 
| I’m straight out the slum. | 
| That’s just where I’m from | 
| They don’t make 'em like me no more | 
| They don’t come how I come | 
| I didn’t make A’s and B’s cus I was selling P’s | 
| Remember Uncle Vic asked me, lil nigga you selling weed? |