(Hook)
Come to my show, Issa movies, Ouu
Hittin the road shooting movies yeah
Couple baddies in Jacuzzis Ouu
Livin life like in the movies yeah

Look at the way that I am, Ouu
Look at my fans going ham, Damn
I get so high off the grams, Yeah
Im gettin rich with my Fam, Gang


Verse 1

Hold up, Aromas get stuffed in a Folgers
Them packages moving right now
Most of the work that I put in
You can not contest cause my family plugged in the town
Since I was young, I jumped right off the porch
And an OG done tossed me a pound
Ever since than I been running man back with the bag
I told mama, im holding us down
Look
Ever since a youngin had a pocket full of onions and
Body count stacking to the sky
Everybody still rocking to the bass beat of the drum while every word i spit Cianide
Watch I expand the mind, find a better rhyme
To explain myself and these lies
Walk into the crowd of hate
Understand the fate, of a Great coming when they blind