(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Young beast to four green Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green Cock it back ya know me Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap Shit on waisted Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets

Tell me you know, tell me you know I'm not tryna tell you bedtime stories I'm not like those other niggas talkin' to you I'm not lookin' at you, I'm lookin' right through you Said I'm not like those other niggas that pursue you You know, tell me you know

Money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas know Blowin dro, 24s, that's how all my niggas roll In a drop top chevy with the roof wide open My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open Cause I've been drank, and I've been smoke Flying

If, you don't know, who I be You better ask somebody about me Oh, you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy I, know, you, know I'm, on,

I was hustling before I came up out the womb Now look at me the richest nigga in the room Richest nigga, richest nigga, richest nigga I'm the richest nigga, richest nigga, richest nigga Look at me, I'm the richest nigga in the room '89, '96, 2002

You know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' To my niggas and my bitches looking down

Look at me, look at me Realest shit you niggas ever seen Some things you have to see for yourself Francis Ford, fuckin' with them hoes You niggas still can't afford Made so many mistakes I know that my niggas relate Just to rattle my cage, so much shit

They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting Look at me now nigga Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out Y'all niggas ain't shit They all act like they ain't know bet they know now I'm up nigga

On the dead locs Blueface baby Yeah, aight, on the dead locs Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I had to wake that bitch up, she was 'sleep on me (wake yo' ass up) Yea aight, look at me now, lil' baby Fuck a nigga talkin' 'bout? Tough on the 'Gram, bet you the .223

Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a ginsu Look at the life that I've been through I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars Who you thought "Kick In The Door" was for? But that's