[Verse 1: Creative Gold]
All I care about is my gang and my city
We the committee
Flier than seagulls over the ocean
I know you feel me
Fake n***as around me
That's why I'm always on 50
Bitches tryna trap me
Dammit these hoes are trippy
Doing 60 in a 55, 65 imported
Candy paint on the chevy
Engine heavy, ride is gorgeous
Riding round in my city
Minute maid in my henny
Trunk holding the semi
Dufflebag imported from Fendi
Never thought I'd see the day
We would part our separate ways
All the memories of us
When I think I just see haze
Things happen for a reason
Guess we weren't meant to be
I can't help but think
That baby you hold a part of me
Was my heart
Now it's money, sex and drugs
Till I die
Still apologize, for the nights
I dampened your eyes
Never thought that I would hurt you
Never thought I be this violent
Right all I need is some peace
Along with a little silence