[Verse 1]
Family with gangsters, broke bread with the lifers
Fuck talking bout weed, instead I'm just getting higher
Kicking up on the road, seeing more cream than Breyers
I don't live with my mommy, in my crib I'm the provider
Put work in the hood, when they was starving out there
So you know if there's issues, I make that ass disappear
Fifth talk, big gut, rap treating me well
Told them meet me at the trap house, like my Plaza hotel
Buy a pack or get a job
Roll with the king or get embarrassed front' your broad
You heard me, don't make me put you n***as in a scope (Interscope)
No Iovine, go 'head think this shit is a joke, then try me

[Hook x2]
One, put you in a scope
Two, clack, then the smoke
Put you, put you in a scope
Two, clack, then the smoke
One, put you in a scope
Clack, clack, then the smoke
Three, scoop you up and put your body in an envelope

[Verse 2]
Shotty got a body on it, anybody want it
Seen the toughest cats get backed down on and run in
Keep it one hundred, you know I love my money
I love my money, gotta keep them dollars coming
Like them fiends on the track
War up in my hood, with them teens like Iraq
They don't strap, just
Bitch n***a, don't get robbed
Nothing goes down unless the Kushed God is involved
You heard me
[Hook x2]