Akon and B. I.G. yeah Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it Cristyle pop I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit Gator chunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the willyist of the Willie Hitch link cop, M1's and 9-Milli's, stories like a motherfucker Model bitch is wonderin' if I'ma fuck with her She knows I treat my bitches like gavana Dolce and Gabbana drippin', Big Poppa never slippin' H-Class diamond, shinin', dinner with wifey whinin', dinin' Smokin' cigars and Bogatar with Columbian nigga's Named Panama and Enrique and shit, games we play, life endin' Bitches bendin' over with ease for a pair of Moschino jeans Donna Karan Tank-top I got your bank stock, say who's on top? Benjamins under the rest of them, advancing from duplex to mansion Stashin' keys, hidin' g's over seas, VCR's in my veins Game elevates, money I make into stocks and real estate, bitch Jet-skiing in the Caribbean, white sand, discussin' plans with my man Dark blue land, smoke tint, chrome rims And a system that leave my rear views trembling Whatchu gonna do when poppa catch ya attitude Drop to your knees and show gratitude Kiss my ring, it's a frank white thing I stay potent, bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine Lookin' for this hour glass of time Tryna find my purpose on this grand design Is there anybody out there living 4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin' Is there any money out there for me? You just listen to this hustler's story Picture me, a product of the zone three Scareless, don't know what I am supposed to be Shit 'cause, money never came to me When shit shout, I suffered unshamelessly The Lord humble nigga's especially if they act like They too big for they draws when they stacks right Think I'm bullshittin' a buncha niggas back like Right back home hungry, they stacks gone they forget price I know a nigga sold his soul for a nickel rock I know some hoe's for some dro you can hit the cock I know a nigga workin' 9-5 been on it Fifteen years ain't got a car to drive I know some niggas wanna act hard flicks bitch Fake jack boys, can't rob, get killed Got kinfolk back yard big whips That's got to lift my homeboys this year Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine Lookin' for this hour glass of time Tryna find my purpose on this grand design Is there anybody out there living 4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin' Is there any money out there for me? You just listen to this hustler's story Akon, while B.I.G. is sittin' up with Enrique I'm on the coastline politician' with Jose We got the birds flyin' in the Coupe all day Tryin' to find a new way to smuggle in pure yay We 'bout our business, ain't no small time thiefs If you ain't growing the caine then we ain't gonna meet See, I am the one to call when things get deep And my Africans will put your main man to sleep Now, in Mexico far from the block Tryin' to figure out how many glocks to a box Now, sellin' arms is what has rocks in my socks If you can show me the money, here's the keys to the lock Now, yeah, you know the streets is my territory Ain't scared of nothing, let you fear it for me Yeah, whether win, lose or draw Believe the death is waiting for all Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine Lookin' for this hour glass of time Tryna find my purpose on this grand design Is there anybody out there living 4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin' Is there any money out there for me? You just listen to this hustler's story Nigga's is quick to chuck rocks and hide hands Make a break for it, get away from it That was the plan but The whole time I've been plotting on this man Caught him slipping and sleepin' I hit his ass with the cane Here's something that you can't understand How can one be so cold and snatch a nigga so down I am on some get back shit, there comes a time In every mans mind when he's deeper than dollar signs I been on the grind, got homies doing time Behind niggas actin' like bitches and bitches droppin' dimes Duckin' and dockin', pussy's is red wise Niggaz is been telling no, there ain't no way that it slimmed But nothin', we gotta ride and and we gotta die So you catch up to his ass before I catch up, give him mine But that's one thing the real nigga here despise I'm a 5K one killer, I've set his ass on fire Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine Lookin' for this hour glass of time Tryna find my purpose on this grand design Is there anybody out there living 4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin' Is there any money out there for me? You just listen to this hustler's story