[Intro: El Camino]
Uh, Yo
Uh, Yo
Uh, Yo
Uh, Yo

[Verse 1: El Camino]
Yo, my n***a told me that one of my other n***as told
I was rich soon as I lit the stove
Bently truck rippin' through the snow
D Block where the bricks get sold
Gun long as a fishing pole
We had a bigger block, but we still played the same streets
I taught my young boul how to clean off and aim heats
We made peace
But a few n***as got killed
I swear I'll put the .40 to your head
Make your brains melt
I'm on another level, we ain't cut from the same shelf
I wanted a Straight-eight, till I seen how that Range felt
I bet the Mac 11 make 'em dance like ballerinas
We came from small venues, now n***as sellin' out arenas
I bet I bring my '9 to the game like I'm Arenas
I got your baby mama in my bathroom suckin' penis
Before she pulled up, made her get my shit from the cleaners
Only the hustlers get rich, this shit ain't for the dreamers
I'm a genius
[Chorus: El Camino]
Yo, I could've made a million off the stove top
Shit, I could've made a billion off the stove top
Uh, I could've made a billion off the stove tops
Uh, I could've made a billion off the stove top
See, I could've made a billion off the stove top
Uh, I could've made a billion off the stove top
Shit, I could've made a billion off the stove top
Shit, I bet I'll make a billion, uh

[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]
Ay Yo
It's real when you got a family to take care of
My only problem is the beef that I'm unaware of
Black twin snubs, whole squad got a pair of
No leg shots, I'ma put 'em where his head was
I'm shopping for chandelier bulbs
And weird rugs
That right there was made from a bear cub
Serve whole bricks, I don't tear drugs
Master flexin' on 'em as a bird man
And I don't wear lugs
While n***as hate, I just share love
Last year was
A lot of funny handshakes and weird hugs
Hate is not a sincere grudge
When I shoot
I have to wear gloves, some shades, and ear plugs
I remember facing the ceilin', the paint was peelin'
Fuck all that good guy shit, I'ma play the villian
Ask how I got this chain, it came from dealin'
If that bitch pretty and broke, then she ain't appealin'
Trust