Ah, turnt up like Tony, jugglin' speakerphones
Fuck social, bitch, I got soldiers that I put my people on
2009, that bitch food stamps what I was eatin' on
Got four -way quarters, half -nine pieces on my Nokia phone
Squad diamonds, make haters stay on their job
Keepin' a baby 380 with me like Callis, stay with the side
Bought that poison poppy seed Afghani shit from the mob
Use a cartoon like Flip on the cover of Lucky Charms
Every morning I wake up with my daughter, Dora Explorer
Then I get right back to the pot, kitchen stakin'
That's potty trainin', murderin' the road to the motherfuckin' planet
Keep the dead on presses, on green paper, fuck bein' famous, nigga
Price will come with the fame
Flowers cover the grave
Power, love, and loyalty
Wash me clean today
Industry got you sleepin', bitch, I woke, I know the devil
These niggas be fallin' off every day like Ace Hood, Roly Bezel
Niggas don't understand that these 60 million are presented to every income stream
That record ain't no one or another, you trippin' your management and your legal team
Had to be dropped before, talked about it, wrote off a vote
Hot on my sleeve in the ATF at my mama's door
This mob lord told me, Freddy, fix up your posture, bro
Walk tall and never show niggas more than they gotta know
Real D's movin', soundin' like Giannis
My Greeks freak, we did a menage with a friend in St. Thomas
From 50 carats in my pendant to change up the climate
Repaint all the whip to cocaine, white decorate the garages
Price will come with the fame
Flowers cover the grave
Power, love, and loyalty
Wash me clean today
Cane all in the blood, shots to the brain, snow on the bluff
Calls for a truce, but truth came with snuff
Bodies hit the pavement, money came for months
I wasn't done
Cane paid the bills, penthouse the suite, sugar on the hill
Some will get free, but most will get killed
I'm just doin' me and me, I'm doin' still
I wasn't done
Started with a nickel in my Tommy Sox
Smokin' blacks and gettin' sips of Papa's Remy Martin
Boostin' polo out of Macy's in the Jansport
Mama woulda got me anything I asked for
In the city where they iffy on supportin' niggas
Moved to L .A., started sellin' pounds of cauliflower
Same niggas that I grew up sharin' shoes with
Turned the limit to a multimillion -dollar movement
Price will come with the fame
Flowers cover the grave
Power, love, and loyalty
Wash me clean
Cane all in the blood, shots to the brain
Snow on the blood, calls for a truce
But truth came with snuff
Bodies hit the pavement, money came for months
I wasn't done
Cane paid the bills, penthouse the suite, sugar on the hill
Some will get free, but most will get killed
I'm just doin' me and me, I'm doin' still
Price will come with the fame
Flowers cover the grave
Power, love, and loyalty
Wash me clean
For the fame
Of it all, of it all
Where's your loyalty?
Wash me clean today
Aapne peeche
Kyaar ka jahan
Bas aake chale
Karam ke
Takh Kabchiki bhujahi
Heh heh heh
