I woke up this morning, this is insane Rich as a motherfucker and ain't much change Opened my eyes, no surprise I'm with a different bitch Different day, different ass, different tits Strapped under my pillow, I don't look legit I'm not supposed to do this shit, but I forget The true principles of life are supply on demand Guess if you never sold dope, it's hard to understand My man got knowledge of self and my back guard Found out today's mathematics from that math guard My temper volatile, grew up a violent child Fuck a Boy Scout, I'll hear your ass out Nigga nice chain, dice game, try your luck Shoot a couple head cracks, leave while you up I'm a fly nigga, my denim vintage Gold medal round my neck like I won the Olympics We came from nothing, now they saying we stray You got that? Nigga, hold up, hold on Let Ye hold the straps, son, it's cool Hold on We got bell money, whatever These niggas, they watching every dime we make Y'all niggas gotta chill Hold up, hold on Speak cool about this shit, relax Hold on We want that deluxe apartment in the sky with a clear view Instead we get the D's and the rear view We learn to play the game how it's supposed to be played And so you know you violate, you're supposed to be sprayed It's not a big deal to me, stay calm I shoot the shit out a nigga, then call the barrel bombs I don't do this shit myself, bet I get it done Shit on my nigga, you shit on me We a one, used to do graffiti Now look, we major Don't make me write my name Cross your face with the razor Re-up, new dope, they say this sample the bomb This shit could take a two, then we cut the bitch with a one Watch the fame stand in line before the Pope, see No lactose involved, pure coco leaf You can sniff that or cook that to my belief Got money coming in like we running streets Came from nothing, now they saying we straight That's a bet Nigga, hold up Let's vibe our form better Hold on Nigga, you got a gambling problem I'm winning, you losing These niggas, they watching every dime we make You got the gambling problem Hold up, hold on Yeah, hold on Yeah, what's up, what we doing? This shit go how I say it go when it's time to expand So say it's over your dead body and that's the plan You a gangster for real, you ready to ride Nigga, you gon' die, bad case of too much pride Check my DNA, homie, I'm a different kind Hit the speed dial that quick, I'll get your line Won't want your block, just copy work from us Them niggas you call allies can't be trusted That Rollie all gold, I got the Midas touch Sometimes it's hard as hell not to touch stuff On the phone, I heard Ye smack the shit out a kid Now Jimmy got life, we'll smack him again When it's war, it will be war till the bitter end If they ever say we lose, I'll start it again That sneaky nigga spray that semi at your mama crib We're in silence and we couldn't even hear the shit Came from nothing, now they saying we straight Nigga, hold up Hold on, these niggas is roaches, man Hold on, dirty ass niggas These niggas they watching every dime we make Boy, you better be easy Hold up, I ain't playing with you, boy Boy, you must've bumped your motherfucking head or something, boy I don't give a fuck about that old school shit You talking about, you got me fucked up, nigga Yeah