[Intro]
Yeah
Eastside in this bitch, haha
Chophouze on the track
You dig?

[Chorus]
I'm a product of my environment like Boosie (Like Boosie)
N***a, all my dope raw, n***a, sushi (Raw dope)
They keep askin', "Why you ain't did no song with Gucci?" (Yeah)
I keep countin' money, wrappin' bales in Gucci (Count up)
I had the key to the streets, way before Lucci (Streets)
Me and your bitch just made a movie, she a groupie (She a groupie)
I just pulled up in a vert, I ain't talkin' Uzi (Foreign)
I got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I'll probably never do another song with Gucci Mane
Real talk, I did just four shows for a hundred bands
Young Scooter I took the harder way, came up like Derez
All these pussy ass n***as be snitchin', they got Ralo in the feds
I'm the king of jugg music, you pussy n***as know that
All that juggin' in your raps, you n***as should thank me for that
Sell a million dollars worth of sacks, you wanna walk in my shoes
Shit, I made myself a boss and I play by my own rules
Yeah, I'm one of the realest rappers who ever did this shit
You know half you rap n***as ain't sold a nick
I'm a product of my environment, they named me after the pavement
Street, street, Zone 6, real 80's baby
[Chorus]
I'm a product of my environment like Boosie (Like Boosie)
N***a, all my dope raw, n***a, sushi (Raw dope)
They keep askin', "Why you ain't did no song with Gucci?" (Yeah)
I keep countin' money, wrappin' bales in Gucci (Count up)
I had the key to the streets, way before Lucci (Streets)
Me and your bitch just made a movie, she a groupie (She a groupie)
I just pulled up in a vert, I ain't talkin' Uzi (Foreign)
I got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I got sushi, cocaina, shit be soft as ice cream
Throw a brick and a half of remix in the re-rock machine
The dope'll moonwalk 'cross the pot, like that boy Billie Jean
My trap look like a parking lot, each cost twenty racks a piece
Ain't no limits on this money, call me Master P
Half you n***as dick riders, call 'em Master D
Ask your CEO, he probably bought some bags from me
I done seen it all before so you can't handle me
I got the key to the streets, I got the master key, makin' eighty like every week
A million dollars worth of ice, the police, they harrassin' me
They thought it was over, I recharged like a battery
I jugged a whole mil' in the hood with Alley B

[Chorus]
I'm a product of my environment like Boosie (Like Boosie)
N***a, all my dope raw, n***a, sushi (Raw dope)
They keep askin', "Why you ain't did no song with Gucci?" (Yeah)
I keep countin' money, wrappin' bales in Gucci (Count up)
I had the key to the streets, way before Lucci (Streets)
Me and your bitch just made a movie, she a groupie (She a groupie)
I just pulled up in a vert, I ain't talkin' Uzi (Foreign)
I got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (Yeah)