[Intro: Curren$y]
From the stage, to the bus, to the studio

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
We apit drugs on beats
N***as ain't fucking with a G, untouchable
Bitches won't fuck with you, if I'm coming through
They'd rather have a chance at the man
Comfortable in my D-boy stance
Riding with Tiny C-Style in the Lamb
Long beach smoke 28 grams
Assisted the pass look off the plane took off
N***as get laid down over what they stood for
Casualties of a fucking hood war
Shit raw, tryna live above the law
Spit Xan bars, I'ma cop another car
Your boy been a man from the motherfuckin' start
These other n***as lack the fucking heart
These other n***as just bitches and
Some of these bitches just tired fucking broads
It's like I bought the whole motherfuckin' mall
On my bus for the Pilot Talk tour
Surge protector, I got plugs for you
Drugs czar, I'm the motherfuckin' drug store

[Verse 2: Mr. Marcelo]
I came up on that street, cash shit
Nowadays I'm on my check shit
I wake and bake and count bread for breakfast
Learn how to get more money by investing
But as a youngin' n***as couldn't tell me nothing
I was always on my wild wild west shit
City on my fitted, hood on my hoodie
Blowing on good, like n***a what's goodie
OG been looking like money
Benz 500 just doing one-twenty
Motherfuckers know real when they see it
You could get straight A',s but you still can't be it
Yeah, burner on tuck
Looking at n***as like who want what
[?] boy, I been on game
Five dollar ass n***as, I will make change
And you could put the house on it
But I ain't going out like Tony
A1 day one in these streets
N***as living in the mud, so they got to wear cleats
Beep beep for the money, boy
Ain't nothing soft about me, I go hard
Big dog in the yard of these streets
Started as a indian, but now I am a chief
OG