[Verse]
Hit the block on three wheels, I'm ill
Jet Life in the house with the real deal
Fake gangsters get pinched, they will squeal
That's why I'm only in the trench with the trill
Second guessin', half step get you killed
My n***a you got's to chill
Moves I make got that mafia feel
Switch styles because suckers love to steal
Dabbling in your flow like it's they own
People thinking that's your shit when they hear somebody else on
They just trya get on, ain't nothing wrong
The machine force 'em to conform
This is the norm in the industry
Lil' homie, you've been warned about Rolexes and cars you been drawn
Can't knock ya 'cause some of them same thangs I want
But I never trade my heart dawg
Not a part for any of this material shit, I don't be trippin off it
The universe keep giving me gifts
Got the gift of flip, scribblin' in the chips
Jet Life get rich, leave the spot with a bad bitch
On my line, got a hooked like a fish
I'm the young OG, who produce fresh looks
When I jumped off the porch the whole fashion world shook

[Outro]
Eastside on mine, just like everytime
Candy paint on the back of my '65
(Dressin' like me)
(Back in the G, they weren't stressin' like me)
(I predicted they'd be dressin' like me)
(Back in the G, they weren't stressin' like me)