You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up.
Laugh get nice, split the blunt up.
Pray blue and whites dont run up, remain humble.
You see the change when the range come through.
When all the fame ups ya game, cause ya names mumbled.
The chicks notice, jewels is like hyptnosis.
Its furosious, when broke niggaz get focused,
the cars come out, bottles at the bar run out.
You know you large when you win cars, the dons a drought,
but heres the switch up, when beef and the money mix up.
Skirts lift up, a few fights, a few stick up,
then one little thing just leads to the next and…
here comes them hot boys to breath down ya neck.
Now ya gotta pack up, flee from the rest and…
just a week ago, you was free from the stress.

DAMN THIS SONG IS SO ILL!!! YOU HAVE TO BE IN THE GAME, IN BUSINESS AND LOOK AT IT LIKE THE GAME, OR MATURE TO UNDERSTAND AND APPRECIATE THESE LYRICS!! And its on one of the illest Preemo Beats to me.