| Why are zyl frames on me? | 
| Good Nike, yeah | 
| True, alotta chains on, this is how we do the thing, enlight me | 
| Clubbed out, bugged out, this is what them thugs bout | 
| Bust off shotties, knock niggas mother’s out | 
| Roll in them renters in winter | 
| Too much bones, get bent up | 
| The sword’ll eat up your chrome for dinner | 
| We tasting VS’s, very special Cognac since G.S.'s | 
| Now we leaning Louis sneakers and C.L.S.'s | 
| I’m far from your average rapper, yeah Shallah, hit with an actor | 
| Cutting through your time, then slap ya | 
| Yo, you see me on them Smack shits, all of my Skittles on | 
| In black whips, living comfortable in some glass cribs | 
| Word to Jabari, my junior, only two years old | 
| Swimming with the sharks, I’mma feed you tuna | 
| Your pops been a whale since jail | 
| Was taking niggas out to Brazil | 
| Where carnivale mamis is ill | 
| Take me to Paul Wall, buy me a grill | 
| I got groupies, buying me Gucci’s and exclusive Nike’s, it’s real | 
| I stay biz in the kitchen with the Chef Rae-Kwiz | 
| It’s either five mill or I’mma have to take they kids | 
| I figured out how to rape the system | 
| I made more than your album budget off of a freestyle on this mixtape | 
| A hustler that understand dollars and cents | 
| I get blowjobs from runway models in France | 
| The rap Burt Reynolds, when I married the world trembles | 
| Producing earthquakes, turning ya stone hedge to pebbles | 
| The life we chose, the path we lead | 
| And none of us’ll see heaven, that’s our own guarantee | 
| Never rat on your friends, always keep your mouth shut | 
| The back of the Benz, put this in your mouth, slut | 
| I saw, I conquered, I came and I’m out | 
| Laid it out all on the tonsils, then skeet in her mouth |