this feels great yeah you start as lil bro then you big bro you start as lil homie then you big homie niggas know me the bitches know me salute to the goonies do a stick up for me when i die blow some weed pour some liquor for me know i keep workin the whip you couldn t get up on it i ve been skrtin off since nextels was chirpin off lookin at the stash house could tell you what the dirt is for i could get deeper with it tell you what niggas murder for all this fly shit that we livin for superstitious hand is itchin i m bout to get it though can t trust niggas the uzi is by the kitchen door be careful what you be wishin for well to the well is empty what is for can t get nothin from nothin i prove different though but never say you gettin the money cause they be snitchin y all hand fulls out the turkey bag move the pounds blow the funds you lookin at the chosen ones hand fulls out the turkey bag never rat love the silence you lookin at the golden ones hand fulls out the turkey bag i m loaded i ma throw em 20 pounds let em work with that hand fulls out the turkey bag long live the king be a king word to the jack this shit is dreamy got me readin bout nefertiti bora bora for a week when i leave tahiti pimpin ain t easy but the game still need me only reason i m around still i never got greedy the trippy thing about life is you could live forever keep your name good in the streets i m tryna do better paper drips was sauce yeah i burn nice and slow another million from the road i m tryna buy another home i miss the jack big 40 on my lap while i m ridin while the good keep dyin half a pound to the neck i ma grind til i see the sunrise we don t rest we don t even flex nah we just feel blessed to wake up in the mornin and take another breath hand fulls out the turkey bag i m loaded i ma throw em 20 pounds let em work with that  hand fulls out the turkey bag move the pounds blow the funds you lookin at the chosen ones hand fulls out the turkey bag never rat love the silence you lookin at the golden ones hand fulls out the turkey bag i m loaded i ma throw em 20 pounds let em work with that hand fulls out the turkey bag long live the king be a king word to the jack got my bottom bitch flippin paper on all the neighbors got the flavor like a now n later fuck a hater mind driftin like a smoke cloud when my loud lingers shattered trippin from the joint off in my fingers dead ringers rig slingers no blue dreamers our packs gettin fatter while your pockets gettin leaner every pack a little cleaner lemoncello so much sweeter watch these bitches change up their demeanor the grass is greener a thousand lights ladies bouncin right astoundin sight if you lookin for the doctor got to know you find him right it s all gas better haul ass like you got a hall pass to the spot payment all cash so let me light this one and make it smell lovely no matter what chu do you could never be above me i keep pushin til the sun sets until the break of dawn concentrate i m dabbin to the song mind gone hand fulls out the turkey bag move the pounds blow the funds you lookin at the chosen ones hand fulls out the turkey bag never rat love the silence you lookin at the golden ones hand fulls out the turkey bag i m loaded i ma throw em 20 pounds let em work with that hand fulls out the turkey bag long live the king be a king word to the jack1