[Verse 1: E-40]
The throb slap in the Ghost
Put your finger on the trunk, feel the pulse
I never leave the teepee without the toast
You see the liquid on my chain, I flamboast
When I'm higher than Pluto, I eat menudo
Pozole elote, might think I'm an esé
I sleep with my cuete, I'll leave your ass muerte
Vallejo, Cali-harm-ya, 7-O-siete
The Good Book is my buckler and shield
Death could come outta nowhere, like when the rock hit your windshield
That's why I always keep a rototiller
When I'm out there in the field in the traffic makin' deals
Every stack I get, like Kaepernick, I kneel
Ain't talkin' about no dinner but I need a meal
Release my n***as down waitin' for appeal
In a gladiator tank, sharks and eels...BIATCH!

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
And these days, gotta watch who you trust
Keep that pistol by my side, in this block I trust
I came from nothin' so I had to run it up
They just wanna see me fail, they don't wanna see me up
And I know the Lord chose me
To have the vision in what most don't see
I got money, started hatin' on me
N***as that I used to love tryna stonewall me
And I know money bring hate but I'ma keep gettin' this cake
And no, my soul won't change
Real n***as can't relate to the fake
And n***as wanna see me fall, so on my mama, I'ma ball
I know n***as wanna see me fall, so on my mama, I'ma ball, ball
[Verse 2: E-40]
Off top Tommy, rollin' up a mummy
Thumbin' through his money, thumper by his tummy
Blowin' on a branch, higher than an avalanche
Hazy like a forest fire in a Napa Valley ranch
Cash flow Cliff, sippin' on a fifth
Spill more liquor on his shirt, got a hole in his lip
Sittin' on some cheddar and them n***as know better
Semi-auto wetter fly your head like a feather
Honey coochie slap, smell like a Life Saver
Baby booty stacked like a Sunday newspaper
Bitch, I'm a mack, not a caped crusader
Captain Save-a-Batch? Nope, I check yaper
Money on my mind, money on my mind
If I do the crime, I'ma do the time
Never drop a dime, never drop a dime
Hold water on my chest, high alkaline

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
And these days, gotta watch who you trust
Keep that pistol by my side, in this block I trust
I came from nothin' so I had to run it up
They just wanna see me fail, they don't wanna see me up
And I know the Lord chose me
To have the vision in what most don't see
I got money, started hatin' on me
N***as that I used to love tryna stonewall me
And I know money bring hate but I'ma keep gettin' this cake
And no, my soul won't change
Real n***as can't relate to the fake
And n***as wanna see me fall, so on my mama, I'ma ball
I know n***as wanna see me fall, so on my mama, I'ma ball, ball
[Outro]
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