Yeah

In Polo and diamond

The cause of the cloud lining (cause)

A life full of crime is the cause of the foul rhyming (yeah)

Scale talk, jail talk

Smoking what the bail costs

Overnight hustler package in the mail, dawg

Cigar rooms, hand shakes, whispers at your man wake

Connect on the internet, re-up on the fan page

Block party, yacht party, wonder if your mans safe

Talks to the feds so you wonder if the plan's straight

Lunch with the lawyer, dealing with the under boss (word, yeah)

and none of y'all are speaking on the money that you come across (none of y'all)

Wifey wants you to quit, team wants you to go hard

Looking at the beam and the block you can bogard

You looking at the sky like, "oh, God"

Mad high, hit your man like, "Yo, god"

But he ain't give you no nod (uh-uh)

And you wonder why the fast life's so hard (yo)

It ain't a war 'til you wear a vest

Masked up, airing TECs (doot-doot-doot-doot)

That barrel whistle like a clarinet (yeah)

They say "Griselda" and they hear respect

I worked my kitchen in my spot

And up top I had to wear a net

To get here took blood, tears, and sweat

Stressed on that prison tear I set

Can't walk a mile in this pair of 'Seppes (nah)

Fendi belt with the red F's

Bulldog tucked down in it and it's barking like DMX

Rappers wanna make friends with us

I'm only close to this plate

And this blender and I shake grams in it

It only take ten minutes

And I come back with a bag

Full of Fetti, so heavy

think there's paint cans in it

These rappers never had a half-ounce (lying)

So why they rap about racks?

And act out these war stories on Vlad's couch (I don't know)

Stove and the cooker (what else?)

The dope for the pushers (uh-huh)

It feels like Halloween

It's the Ghost and The Butcher, uh