Lyrics

[Verse] Every day we get it how we livin' Globetrottin' to the million [Big Ben, then?] stovetop in the hood, chemist Role model, mo' dollas, and mo prob-e-lems Ego makin' 'em think that the hood got 'em in Steelo, creep of the night, when the crows silent, wind Peephole, I don't know no niggas from nobody Then be quiet, we catch 'em off guard, that's a clothesline and then Everything been fuckin' us up and we so blinded Mediterranean from the diamonds, they soul-shinin' I'm hydro-planin' right off to Texas, we gold-minin' Champagne spray on thе paint, with the toes shinin' Run and made it straight to thе show with the clothes grimey Maxwell, I play on the tape, and it's high buyers I feel like the number one, motherfuck top-flyer These fuck niggas know we the reason they inspired Gotta give my props to my family, my empire Lookin' up, I spot a angel in the sky and they spit fire I'm from the south I let this Jeep-body vehicle sit higher Hook up with toe, we tryin' to master tape My niggas push up on the block, we tryin' to make it shake We sprayin' shit, we hittin' corners every fuckin' day The night is low, and these niggas tryin' to pocket low I gotta link up with my ese posted at the store I told him this shit every day, we gotta clock the door, that's all he know Just get the dough and move out quick with it I told my nigga, tryin' to stack it up, six digits You know I, scope the shit I seen the meal ticket So first quarter, nigga and ain't no plan B with this Shit, nigga quick with a mufuckin' hit Tryin' to come up off the top with some fuckin' lyrics Some shit to spit to kick game for the bitch Tales from the crypt, I done hit him in his lip She love to hear stories while we smokin' on the zip (Yuh) Told her it's my glory, it ain't nothin' off the hip (No) Hit 'em with the switch, lights on, lights off Told 'em it was quick, he ain't even get to pipe down [Be and he ain't?] poppin' any shit, they rock a nightgown Find a credit card, the only benefits is flight miles Hater had to beef 'cause you really had a tight style Jump inside the Regal, niggas know we keep the profile Low-key, tried to tell them people that you know me Get in front the police and drop a testimony Try to say it's OD when niggas tried to clone me I'm 'bout the projects so you know we keep the chrome piece Block boys don't get no sleep, tryin' to move that crack rock, ain't comin' with no piece I told 'em let me get that deadstock in all green Shit, it ain't nothin' to catch a headshot at Walgreens No Ciroq, when niggas tryna hate They can't understand the sit-i-ation, just watch a nigga replicate, but it's all good Let a fuck nigga detonate, yuh Blow up in the sky and watch the pieces separate ya [Outro] Next, researchers offer ways to crack the code of the secret language of dreams, and interpret our nocturnal thoughts in "The Power of Dreams" coming up next on the Discovery Channel