Yo, we on the radio, nigga Your girl wanna blow me now

Gettin' more head than a 30 on a 40 count I'm on the radio down, I'm tryna hear

If this tree is loud It's crazy that your bitch say we fly

Cuz we breathin' clouds Got an eight on me now

Tell the bitch, bring a leader home It's not winter and it ain't cold

But when I leave, I put my heat on Got to be a nerd -ass nigga

Ain't heard of me before True religion, sodium

Stylin' to my amigos too I ain't let a bird out the cage

I let my eagle go Coke on me, we leanin'

But I don't need it, throw it to your girlfriend Drop six bands, but I don't need you, hoe

Broke her when I met her When I let her go, she leavin' broke

Knock you squares off with this ladder You think we a joke?

I'm from California, my nigga, I never seen the snow

Set fire in my kitchen, my nigga, and we was windblown

My choir, my nigga, only God flyer Try and keep warm by the fire in my fly tire

Never wanna rap on a beat, that's just a crier Feds wanna run through my spot, give me another

prior Man, I'm turnt up, this is Glock, you scared?

Join the choir

I say these broke niggas mad, I got they rent in my pocket

I went from being a used to be to the number one topic

The mob or the wire, the wire or the mob The hottest in the bay, you other niggas

get on your job I can't explain the feeling

When I cop my first foreign, got shooters that'll get it done

Forfeit and some joints, they say all I rap about is money

Well, bitch, that's what I'm havin' I was real before rappin' 580 with the package

I salute any real nigga that's really touchin' cash

I really came from the bottom I was workin' with my last

Now I'm workin' with a whole thang I never stop that half

In every city I touch down in, I always rep the app

Only wish I ever had, wish I touched 36 ounces

But I made it happen, and it ain't come from rappin'

Unless you talkin' Saran, traffickin' in vacuum seals

If you talkin' more than four, then we can talk about a deal

They say leave the streets alone, and I can get a deal

Tryna sell this white girl like stretch so I can get a meal

I go with everything I know, with everything I know

Part of the five families, we come to the round table

I'm my brother's keeper, no cane enabled

You see the purple label? You see the foreign whips?

That's that mob -wild, Cypress Village -based shit

I was in the Matrix, whippin', tryna get a brick

Brawl runnin', chasin' money, nigga, fuck a bitch

Niggas snitchin', they tellin' that we the hottest, though

Smokin' on perc, watchin' the world through my kaleidoscope

Pushin' rhymes like dope, and it paid off

Now we playin' with stacks like Bernie Madoff

It's a celebration, niggas, you might as well talk

Live fire, boss, I know these niggas hate it

Shout out my mama, rest in peace, daddy, your son made it

Every day my birthday, no happy belated

Bitch, I'm a Oakland Raider, bitch, I'm a Oakland Raider

Bounce out at your ass with a disintegrator

So much paper, we got paper cuts

Yeah, them other niggas cool, but they ain't us

Fuck around, get your whole head tapered up

CEO shit, Tony Draper papered up

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go

Respect amongst men is what we demand of each other

Ayo, I'm with the double drum for my band of brothers

Magazines askin' questions about my track times

I think it was them people tryin' to wrap me up, but I see you

You ain't heard it, I'm the Frank that you gave me

I was one of them babies, I'm so dope, I can sell myself

I'm what you made me, yeah, this shit paid me

They got rapped because the crack I sold was killin' my kind

And so my other brother could eat like me

Watch Body Trap doin' that time

But it's mine, it's real and it's mine

So all them rookies talk about cookies

Justin Potts is claimin' to be mine

Suppose I feel like Tony around all these hots

Never answer when he swear, try and call me, why?

I know the reason why, got it wack while he fly

Gangsta, gangsta, Frank Ward with a banger

Huey P. and Louis Ville recognize real and nigga, you a stranger

I'm a real rider, this my ride

Bitch, you're fine and you're hot

And nigga, I ain't got no friends, you're either family or you're a buyer

Customer, not comfier if you stab me in my back

Niggas'll catch you with your kids

We'll be killin' niggas on wax

These ain't fiction, these is facts

Scripts extended in these tracks

So don't be cryin' with all these questions

Your best bet is just to ease back, nigga

Word to shine, my ratchet still go off, I promise

Word to me to try to show you niggas what a dime is

We talkin' power when the illest niggas merge

My figures live wire, my wire power surge in this song