[Intro]
This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area
It's like
Every day, a n***a gettin' more paper, new money
No new feelings, though (No paper, no feelings)
No new n***as neither

[Verse 1]
Uh, no paper, no feelings, no love for bitches, you trippin'
Pour pints of the Wockhardt, no liquor
Know some n***as that crack cards and some killers
Have you ever took two L's, one week?
Every day, pop Perkys, I don't get no sleep
I was with T30 every day 'fore the feds came, so I know that he waitin' on me
Can't compеte with a boss
I went ten timеs harder, n***as ten times soft
You can't even compete with a boss, knock 'em off
Huh, huh, we knock 'em off, policin', Walk Down
All my loved ones in the dirt, I feel like them some blood diamonds
We not the same, walk down the Earth, wanna get away on another island, I'm gone

[Chorus]
Pardon me, I used to be broke
Pardon me, but she tellin' me no
Shit, pardon me, Double 0 grew up in poverty
Robbin' just to get some more
We was teenagers livin' like grown men
But the judge don't know that, though (Huh)
Just offered my n***a 'bout thirty
But he just turned twenty, ho
[Verse 2]
What the fuck n***as mean?
I watched my great grandma sell dope, so sellin' dope was a dream
Young n***a grew up 'round fiends
Life went from police to paparazzi
Fuck whoever wanna try to stop me
Just turnin' this dirty money clean
Blood on the money, need to wash it, uh
They got blood on that money and they still count it
I took off n***as pluggin' and I ain't show love and don't give a fuck how them n***as feel about it (Fuck them broke n***as, huh)
A lot of these n***as be sayin' they fuck with me, but, shit, go drill about me (Uh)
A— (Uh, go walk somethin' down, get in the field 'bout it)
My heart in the freezer, I don't even need her
What you pay for the work, I can get a lil' cheaper, bitch, woah (Uh, ayy, woah)
Set it off like Queen Latifah
Send a young ugly killer, Jeepers Creepers (Still gon' keep her)
Talk to God and repent on my sins
Only on Sunday, drive the Benz, hah (Uh, uh)
They ain't never been where a n***a done been, so fuck them, had to go get up and spin
Have you ever seen a mother die?
Have you ever let a chopper fire?
Have you ever pulled down with your gang tryna score and do a homicide? (Walk Down uppin' the score, uh)
I remember them days mama had to cry
Shit, we was broke, strugglin', it got kinda ugly
Up in the streets, mama wonderin' why
N***as shootin' that bridge when they brother die
Take mine, take yours, we uppin' the score
But we'll probably take more than yours, though
Vintage Dior, ain't goin' broke
Rockin' this shit right now up on the boat (Uh, ayy)
Fuckin' you rap n***a hoes, yeah
Remember them days kick doors, yeah
Remember the licks that only Lord know
Been livin' my second life, this the best life
But I still can't break that code, yup, uh