do this shit done that shit get in the zone my homies tell me run that shit buy them porsches to practice doing donuts in catwalk model top bitches we run up in fuck em haters saying they don t fuck with him spitta keep it all the way one hundred highed up to most they rank under him smoking on something thunderous marijuana designer expensive ganja bitch you in the month of this i ve already picked your gown out mama you gon look stunning bitch try to feel a1 with this cinderella nervous thinking this gon turn into a pumpkin chill long as you ain t rid all of that fronting we can bail word to my white walls keep food in them dog bowls every night it s a fool it s a war zone scary sight but it s cool it s what i call home jet life in that six where i just rolled past the satellite dressed to kill hoping that i don t die word to mary i just bury my problems inside until they too heavy to carry then i write these rhymes chess some game if i feel that you worth the time if you lame i just direct you to them exit signs go back to where you came squares too scared to get paid with the players they watch from the sideline they never out there we in it oh yeah all conditions gear acgs the g is what you see here oh mane you know how the game go counting up this payroll smoking all the dank ho just rolled up another one stay high and lay low we be on that other shit figure y all the same old ayo i m business minded individual eating good off rap i snack on rats and live off my residuals cooley in the cut counting blessings and feeling spiritual get money and chill every day it s like a ritual habitual smoker i stay high off that medicinal kush cruising through the city locing feeling invincible and the new machine so clean i m invisible behind these dark tints my nigga picture that visual picture me pulling up to a condo with a river view you lames still hating mane but we ain t hearing you here to do what we do get this money share with a few nigga been grinding since timbaland and magoo was crew ain t nothing changed but my change lil homie my gear is new it s cool rappers are mad cause the game ain t feeling you just step to the sidelines then shift to me and my crew bad bitches and sticky it s your game she s rolling with me i m cruising through the city smoking fifties we puff like diddy really this how i m living they lying they just look silly still trying to touch a milly before i m buried in gentilly i was born to ball real niggas and bitches feel me i swear they gon have to kill me before i stop making it happen staying true to my faction spending jacksons off rapping i m saving up all the fragments running out of places to stack em tre s still bout that action for niggas who want to asking what the fuck3