I'm really 9 and O Youngin catch my drift Opps wanna score so bad They probably stretched my bitch I'm like please, please Rich or rollies, Patek Phillipes Still whip stoves, still gun shit down Club off the chain Fuck around and get fined Main bitch a ten still If I don't wanna fuck her my man's will Light on the covers and the hood now Free dem boys, I'm good now I'm like please, she's obsessed Run off with a quarter, get stretched I bought lawyers for all my niggas Even tho I'm rich ain't payin' no tickets Chase that bag, I'ma chase that check Get my last bro who had that witness Still drive fast, I'ma stand on that Hundred grams put a hundred grand on that Jumped in the bird my fans OD Probably on Dre if it ain't on me Young nigga got hurt, shit can't be taught So I roll with them young niggas y'all can't teach Duck, shoot, fuck school Still get 46 for my blues Twenty-one years nigga, when I zoom Twenty-one track nigga, when I skrrt Still sell crack nigga, not percs Fifteen racks youngin' on go Probably made fifty thousand on weed Ain't no jokin' around Selling like dope Before I pour out Drink flavored lime then slow down She love Chanel with her toes out Before wastin' time we on out I'm like please please Mike get $48 for these jeans Keep in contact with the fiends This crack been goin up like lean Yeah I miss woo nigga I miss reese I miss Neff nigga, I miss Skeet But it's killed Lou, damn near killed me I can't even go out talk to his son Life been hard ain't been no fun Caught 2 k still blow my gun Hundred and race After that I quit Coke smell all on my bitch Quarter million these niggas ask about me If I ain't had weed then I had them house Check that couch I'm like please, please Rich or rollies, Patek Phillipes Still whip stoves, still gun shit down Club off the chain Fuck around and get fined Main bitch a ten still If I don't wanna fuck her my man's will Light on the covers in the hood now Free dem boys, I'm good now