[Interlude]
You know what
I just don't want to be petty either cause I got my own shit going on
Yes I'm for real
Really? Enjoy yourself
You're a different type of guy

[Verse]
I'm different, huh, huh
I'm different...
...
Oh yeah, it's them residuals
I'm in the Bentley coupe and that bitch tinted, ooh
I'm outside and you know it's hot so I'm dropping the ceiling, ooh
I ain't put my pride to the side, but baby I'm feeling you
Killing who? These n***as ain't on nun', I put some bills on you
Emotionless, yuh, and I'm on the 'cane, I cannot feel shit
Way back when I ain't have nun' if I wanted something then I'd go steal it
I keep that shit any time, I don't leave my crib without my steel
I go crazy on them pills, and I go crazy without 'em
He was playing 'bout my money and my n***a shot him
Fuck your gang, fuck your clan, fuck your top shotta
My young n***a take you off for the top dollar
I'm with the gang, I'm with the clan, yeah, the top dawgs
And when I die with the gang, yeah, I'm getting topped off