| Went from G-Shock to Royal Oak |
| Now I'm home with El, 'member we used to shop at wool and oaks |
| I'm the result of pain and murder if the two elope |
| I'm stone-cold, breakin' glass like a Wii remote |
| They can spot just what I got like I rock a cheetah coat |
| Break down the wood, build 'em a stool, now they just need a rope |
| Hang yourself, I say it lightly, but I mean it though |
| I can't tell who pulled the trigger, but I seen it blow |
| Been had flows since a youngin' back in southeast |
| My ears burnin' bitches must be talkin' 'bout me |
| They all doubted, now they livin' with they mama still |
| Give her ass a break, you like thirty chippin' in on bills |
| Bitch get a clue, get a dream, get a dollar bill |
| Hit your bitch back in the day, I hear her holler still |
| I used to rock Marc Ecko, but never tag |
| You bring up jobs, bring up bitches you ain't never bagged |
| I like to brag, it gets me off just to see ya mad |
| To see ya sad, it's a dream that I love to have |
| Even in your sleep, you'll never see the life I'm livin' now |
| The cash cow from the 5-1-7, pow |
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