[Intro]
My love and my touch
Up above, is made with the warmth of my

[Verse 1: Prince Jefe]
On the road, I don't care 'bout no mixtape
My young n***a sixteen, chop a brick like a sensei
Catch me different states, n***a, not in a bitch face
Sellin' concrete, fiends like when the shit gray
Pass me the blick if you know you gon' hesitate
Bitch from the projects, she look like Ella Mai
I whip out the Pyrex, stir it, then make it shake
Walkin' out of Golden Sun, I had too many rainy days
I get plenty cars, get us out the streets
I lost plenty dogs, now it's all on me, uh
Blood, sweat, and tears, this shit ain't come easy
Streets ain't the same without me, they need me

[Verse 2: StanWill]
He was a loose screw 'til I put the hammer to him
Nike Tech off the Goose coat how the scammers do it
Fuck a love song, bitch, this some scammer music
In the club rich than a bitch, all the dancers knew it
They said they won't stab you in the back, but I bet they will
I don't pop his nugget with this bitch, bet you Jefe will
Failed English, on the MSR, could write an essay still
Thought it was a yerky, sold his goofy ass a headache pill
I got the code cracked, I know the gameplan
Made a couple dollars, but I promise I'm the same Stan
Smack down with your bitch, get your main slammed
Got it cloudy in the club, the strippers call me Rain Man
[Verse 3: TrDee]
One of one, baby, I cannot be duplicated
Hall of fame capper, man, your whole life fabricated
You had a shot, but you fucked up and hesitated
Wanna join the gang, but you don't shit like you constipated
He ain't got no motion, n***as motionless
I can teach you something 'bout the game, I be coachin' it
I can see the goal, fourth and two, gotta go for it
Hoes suck dick, why these n***as doing most of it?
If you don't think I'm sweet, then you can't comprehend
He remember walking down your man, sent him off a Xan'
First, you gotta go get you a teammate, come up with a plan
Stick to the code and in the end, bitch, I'm splittin' bands

[Verse 4: StanWill]
Stick to the code, stick with your bros
Ain't got shit for a bitch, only dick for the hoes
In my pocket, dog shit, on my hip, it's a pole
Only goal that I got is get rich 'fore I'm old

[Verse 5: Prince Jefe]
From a tenth to an O, pimp to these hoes
I used to hit licks when I was broke, not no more
If you hold it down, you get anything you want
You can keep the backend if I can't come with the pole
[Outro]
My love and my touch
Up above, is made with the warmth of my
My love and my touch