What's up b.g. let's run, what's up OG let's ride
What's up world here I come, I watch the demons die
I got some crazy stories, so crazy think I'm lyin'
That's only cuz you boring, no brain no point no time
No clip no shot no script no casting call
just me and mine
Tryin' to act like being broke is better than a
life of crime
Truth is blue, pain is red, crime is purple cuz
And I will never ever let a punk with a vendetta
Run up on the set or try to murder us
I done made a grip and dodged bullets
Punished haters: semis, glocks, fullys
All the homies that i used to treat
They was high and don't remember me
Dirty money: leave it, run quick
Easy come and easy go- shit!
Slow bread have a nigga workin' til he just
a oldhead waitin' on a lottery pick
Me hittin' a lick for dough is just like writin' a paper
And my computer froze, something won't let me save it
When you get your crown, you gone wear it or sell it?
I stare temptation down and this is what I tell it