And I say one for the money, 3 for the show (roll up)

Because we know that all the bad b**s smoke (vibe wit me)

You competition is past fictional

Gettin stopped like a bad pick and roll, magnifico

These n**s is getting old, my team too strong

Kevin knows, take you out your zone, I'm the new don

And the only polo I know is Ralph Lauren

Put me on the court with the opposition - I'll outscore 'em (easy)

Try not to use cash so my checks serve a purpose

Every time I sign for a blessing I use my cursive

Got scruffs on my Timbs for a dollar so it was worth it

C**e white suits, see an angel before we murk him

Hog for the work, n**s' eyes love to lurk

I got a b**h named cal, she 'bout 40 and love to twerk

Nothing changed, range aiming at your frame, n**a

Ain't a clause when dear to reign get you slain n**a

Prices turnover the code like da Vinci, no n**a tempt me

Generational curse of chugging whiskey 'til it was empty

Drive-bys out the four-door Honda, dreams of a Bentley

Pockets full of dead white men, I pray the master don't lynch me

Step your game up - You wifed her, she been a rat

I text her at the crack of dawn, tap-tap it and send her back

My granny, momma, sister, cousin bedroom was up in that trap

Is them drugs up on my counter? "No momma, that's Similac"

Yo, I just spent like 30k today, I ain't gon' front

See I came up from the bottom, I'mma get everything I want

See the homies, I'mma holla, nothing changed I rolled a blunt

Told 'em now it's time to eat cause we've been starving days and months

And it's a must that we can trust nobody but us

We ready to bust if enemies come

But I can realize that this this ain't what you want

See I do this s**t for fun, screaming HS87 'til I'm done

Ha, now I'm done

Stop the beat, here comes the starter

Grab your popcorn, grab your water

Grab your daughter, cause she watching cause I start like Mr. Carter

Say I'm ballin' like a man, finger on the trigger

Got money all in my pocket, I'm a I-E n**a

Name Oktane, that n**a Oktane to be exact

You hope to hear from a real n**a one day, well this is that

I got that crack and I got that X R E, AK

And I got my back, Tony Montana give em that brrrat

HS87 n**a that's that, I'm done

No need for me to getting involved

You'll get hit with a bat and wrapped in a cloth

Uh, razor blades, shanks and fades

Everybody on the floor or they K'd

Uh, my young gliggity-Glock got on my crotch

Stay ready and cocked

Can't wrap me in a bag, I'm going pop

New Rollie, so heavy metal

Want a rock? Gotta hustle nonstop

Look, wash yo hands before you shake mine

You was talking s**t I heard it through the grapevine

Yeah, it's a lot of boppers on the sideline

So the young baller had to go baseline

I'm a black n**a with money like Akon

You mad the squad winning that's a hate crime

Peas and carrots, live and grow, that's my day job

Young Veggie attract h**s like a Drake song

California, Christopher Dorner manifesto

Hit-Boy, hip-hop I started on the metro

But now I'm in that retro, Ferrari two-seater

With the pedal to the floor, got it singing like Aretha

If you scared, get a dog or a preacher

Hit the hot spot with a b**h resembling Mona Lisa

Priceless, I'm righteous, I walk the talk

I am cooked c**e, you are softer than chalk

Cause your bite ain't as bad as your bark

After dark, you inside like an embryo - I swim with the sharks

Cause when I smell blood in the water

I'm taking over like the New World Order, witness the gangland slaughter

B**h

(Maybach Music)

Still sipping Rosé back seat of the Rolls

Kilos on the Cuban link, they thought it was Hov's

Fascinated with gold, sneakers and talented h**s

Before you get to cruise you paddle the boat

Elevated to elevators, had to walk flights

Young n**s lick shots for them Air Nikes

Ride with me, although the driver's tipsy

Avoid them officers calling 50s to get me

They call me talk of the city, never talk the jiggy, man

I'd rather talk to Whitney, condolences to Bobbi Krissy

Balling I'm forreal, I got NBA skill

Make you feel a little scrappy with the Stevie J grill

And y'all ain't gotta ask me if it's Homicide Hill, nah

Don't even ask me - this is Homicide Hill

I'm from the era of Biggie Smalls, TLC's "Waterfalls"

Buying dimebags by the mini-mall

I got your whole city logged online

Disrespect mine, I be throwing ones like a t**y bar

You f**g with a grown man, boy

I plug two like Trugoy, send that memo on your Android

For 10G, you can talk to the boss

My experience, I'm like Jordan on the court, n**a

Pyrex pots and Guess shorts

Yo, w**d flow is the best sport

Now I'm underwater flipping quarters

The code to go tackle the globe

Black Mac in the robe

Metal mag cold straps, s**t is gold

Partyville and Hennessy fiend

I'm blessed, it was a dream

He had his team moving tight like skinny jeans

You know, by any means

We will bring the magazines out and clap everything down like little geeses

All ride with ninas, cooling in cuisines

Yo the whores is giving top in the back, I ordered wings

Spray s**t up to smithereens

Stepping off they sway s**t

Shake your hand, blow you head up in killa Queens

Yo, the dons know what it do

I'm just that fly in the interview

Wintertime grinding it seems

Remember the pledge of allegiance

To the team with more reasons, more firepower, and more squeezes