I'm 'bout to be rich Lately I been on my fuckin' shit It's no competition who fuckin' with me This rap shit I run it I'm blowing this money these hunnids and fifties ain't nothing to me I want the royalty I want the loyalty Puttin' up money for layer fees

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Man I run this rap shit Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls R.I.P. to Tupac Nigga roll that good shit You wanna dance lets dance nigga I'll take you to da prom I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm Nigga

Feel like shovel with dirt thrown side of my name I was so blind, I just couldn't see the hate Forgave all them niggas, I'm still Ray Would have never started rappin' if I knew this shit had came with this Runnin' millions until my legs out Wheelchair