[Intro]
Yo, Pi’erre, yo, Pi’erre

[Verse]
It's me against these n***as
I brought my family with me, and they can't stand a n***a, yeah
Pitstop with the money on
On my way to better things, I got racks of veteran
Hit a ten, they let me in
Got that bag, I took a trip
Then I dip on them n***as like I packed up all my shit
Call my dawg, like dawg, I quit
Purple room, sizzle boom, spiff, real n***a shit
Swear I never had shit
N***as mad I'm mad rich
I get bag, like baggage claim
That's a lot of bags I've seen
That's a lot of bags I clean
That's a lot of cash I've made
N***as cap, they all the same
I know they know, ayе
But what I told ya, aye
I put my heart in shit, y'all n***as be playing around, this ain't no ho
Can't do thе game like that, y'all crashing out, no thanks, that's free promo
Ain't nobody trying, they got us, why I say it's a cycle, yeah it's a cycle
You ain't gotta read a Bible to see this genocide
'Nother one before our eyes, damn (yo, Pierre, yo, Pierre)
Yeah, if I had 5 kids, black man, 3 out of 5 will be incarcerated before they 35, damn
Yeah, and everyday a n***a be [?] this year to show ‘em we’ll survive, damn
Fucked up when that young n***a died, like damn
Yeah, they don’t know we added to what they want
Less n***as were out, wipin’ us out, stackin’ my money it’s hard to keep count
Everyday, yeah, it’s new money, I got powder blue, money
I’ma standup guy, but, I swear these n***as man they too funny
N***as make-believe, but I got all this true money
Like it’s True Religion, so much money in my denim, yeah
Yeah, they jack my style like Travis, boy
N***a don’t want no static, boy
I got Pikachu, and my bitch electrocute
And she look like Betty Boop
And I’m from New York, in the dirty too
Swear I got ties, like I wear a suit
Yeah, I get so high, need a parachute
These ho’s talk, parakeet, got a come in every week
Bitch, I’m from thirty-three, Farmer’s, yeah, you heard this street
There’s no devise, hella beef, that’s why I stay away
N***as talkin’ crazy, took your chain