[Chorus]
We've been in Bell Air, sending bails through the air
Sware we go through hell, just to blow it on Rodeo
Spending money foolishly, jewling with no care
Hit the strip club, make it rain, I gotta share
Yeah, came home from jail, and got right to the plan
Twin 40's on me, call them Gotti and Bands
Death before dishonor, either life or the chair
Hit the [?] get back on the [?]

[Verse 1]
Hustle, we don't snatch chains, running up them rackies
The corners before traps came
Red [?] got game
60 thousand on my presi, for the bid
Then he came back home, he still pressing, did it again
Circle small as the ice on your neck, I see it clear
That they really don't want me to win, these n***as fear
When you got your own mind, plus you got your own pape
I don't need n***as to crash out for me, they know I'm straight
I've been running round, state to state, meeting gangstas face to face
Met the plug at [?], shook hands, made the play
I done made a million by myself, fuck what the label say'
I done made a killing by myself, fuck what a hater say

[Chorus]
We've been in Bell Air, sending bails through the air
Sware we go through hell, just to blow it on Rodeo
Spending money foolishly, jewling with no care
Hit the strip club, make it rain, I gotta share
Yeah, came home from jail, and got right to the plan
Twin 40's on me, call them Gotti and Bands
Death before dishonor, either life or the chair
Hit the [?] get back on the [?]
[Verse 2]
Free my n***a [>?], free my n***a Ri too
Free my n***a [?], free my n***a [?] too
Free my n***a [?], free the boy [?] too
Los my n***a to the feds, lost him to the streets too
Trust fucked up bad, most these n***as see through
Seen the shit first hand, not inside no green room
Still tap dance [?] get him if I need him
Bro say just focus on this rap shit, and don't be greedy
Kinda hard for me to listen to these bumms, 'cause I've been eating
Driving cars from next year, and wearing shit that drop next season
Platnom presi on my wrist, I sware my neck look like a freezer
Still riding round with choppers, [?]

[Chorus]
We've been in Bell Air, sending bails through the air
Sware we go through hell, just to blow it on Rodeo
Spending money foolishly, jewling with no care
Hit the strip club, make it rain, I gotta share
Yeah, came home from jail, and got right to the plan
Twin 40's on me, call them Gotti and Bands
Death before dishonor, either life or the chair
Hit the [?] get back on the [?]