Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, aye
Yeah
Uh, yeah
Still doing that shit nigga
Yeah

I blew the racks on the exotic, I'm only inhaling the premium
I know them niggas holding animosity but it'll be cool when I see them
You ever walked in the room and felt all the energy change, like you the topic of discussion?
If you mention that big thrity-two, bet it come with effects, we cannot fuck with assumptions
Business on business I don't do opinions
When that money come blue it ain't no better feeling
In the Porsche on the E-way decapitating ceilings
Booked out the studio I'm working every day so I know the feds listening
And I got accustomed to seeing them junkies with nothing but pipes and syringes

Yeah, and I cannot compare to these lil' niggas, they gon' try to trick me out the spot
Rock the Cartier glasses, Cartier bracelets and I Cartier'd the watch
When I cook in the kitchen I'm deep in the pot
And I got plenty love for the opps
We don't show mercy to enemy niggas
And I pray for the day when they free all the opps
But my lil' niggas wanna' spin, spin, spin
Put a hundred pounds in the trunk, bench press some, we ain't at the gym
At the top of the top, I'm the creme de la creme
And I know niggas hate it, they can't even do nothing about it
Since I was a youngin' I been a little rowdy, rebel
Exotic and Grabba I gave her a edible
Fucking the nurse so I get all the medicals
Codeine and Percocets, Xannies et cetera
And I fuck with the shrooms it clear up my vision
I see every angle, it help my decision
Yeah, and I pray for my niggas taking penitentiary chances
When you come from the trenches you gotta' go make a plan, it don't come with a pamphlet

I blew the racks on the exotic, I'm only inhaling the premium
I know them niggas holding animosity but it'll be cool when I see them
You ever walked in the room and felt all the energy change, like you the topic of discussion?
If you mention that big thrity-two, bet it come with effects, we cannot fuck with assumptions
Business on business I don't do opinions
When that money come blue it ain't no better feeling
In the Porsche on the E-way decapitating ceilings
Booked out the studio I'm working every day so I know the feds listening
And I got accustomed to seeing them junkies with nothing but pipes and syringes