(Verse 1)
Late night ni**as at the shell date
Bird out, gang signs, said to bang peace
Big cons, long pimps and they well grease
Black woman on my 20 dollar bill crease
Hand shop, man down in the bill, sheesh
In the maze in the graze thinking Swiss cheese
Double back, 10 mill, I made a big scene
Bullets start flying by a ni**a, 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 leaves, 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 homie, listening to my instincts
Step back for the increase
Hustle Gang got it mapped out for the fifth
(Verse 2)
Late night ni**as, on 100 night thing
Choppers out case a ni**a tryna concrete
Bi**h tripping cause I’m always in the street
Bag on money in the Beemer on the back seat
Bi**h you getting played or you playing
Broke ass ni**as always running round saying young from your face
Heard you banging, heard your name before
You that ni**a making statements
So we all got
Ganging ni**as in the cut cleaning red dots
Loose, skinny ass ni**a calling all shots
Bi**hes and the snitches tryna get a ni**a locked off
F**k all cops, took me to the spot when I tried off
Chuck the deuce in the G when I ride off
All luxury s**t for a young boss
