[Hook]
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
We got ??? in the house
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[Verse 1]
I stepped out the house about noon
On a hot sunny day, the sixteenth of June
Backed out my driveway, about to get in traffic
Glanced at my pad and thought back when I didn't have shit
So I’m giving thanks to my N-G Big Ikey
And I grab my nuts on them fools that don’t like me
Check my bank stacks, now back to reality
See I’m on white and gold Daytons, not Rally's, not killa cali
I’m where the houses be hanging on the cliffs
Overlooking the ocean, three wheel motion
Coasting down 23rd, smoking herb, kinda perked
Off some gin and juice, shook up with some thunderbird
Hi, you know the C-O-W-B-O-Y
Can’t kick it, I hits wicked for a meal ticket
I breaks them off like it’s a mill, watch college football
Cracking helmets running Charles White y’all
Know the deal, feel me
And if you don’t after this, you can kill me
I’m on a mission to make the world say "he’s the best"
I’m on the pound like major best, dropping styles like human best
I had my foot in the door for only two years
And I’m kicking up more dust than the Zulu tribe with spears
So bring up the rear and run ’em out the front
And when they come out, high like the blunt
[Hook] (x2)
Cause I’ll be standing in the
Palms itiching
While my n***as cook about a quarter chicken
Hoping the federales don’t raid
Cause all a hustler wanna do is get paid

[Verse 2]
So if your down and if it’s dope I swing
Silly sucker 'em bring a
Million copies like when Whitney sings
You know the deal is that n***a from realer than real
Popping bomb kills so they tent at the door and feel, uh
I gets hot like dried ice
They calling me bob barker cause the price is right
17.5 that’s too high
Independent how many
It’s only ten when we bomb
I get’s my mail on
It’s a day when they staying away from us getting they tail on
Straight G’z burst out the trees cause I’m trying to get my mail on
Trying to move the heck on
I’m 95 front on kicks top notch chicks
Fools that I never knew are on my tip
It’s on, mobile phone, fat grown
Foes and coupes full of juke with phat homes
That is why I got to keep my distance
Keeping a strap on my lap and I’m busting a cap they closed business
It’s that six ness
And my bones are keeping me in that zone
I steady flowing but you ain’t knowing
Because you trick hoeing
Best to come quick fool because I kicks it
From all hair perms to curls to the afrolistic
[Hook] (x2)
Cause I’ll be standing in the
Palms itiching
While my n***as twist about a quarter chicken
Hoping the federales don’t raid
Cause all a hustler wanna do is get paid

[Verse 3]
I grabbed the duffle bag about to get my mayo
Mo strapped than the white boys at waco
Hopped in the ten tail
850 benz on my cellphone chipped
Hustling looking out for the P.D
You know the enemy yelling freeze
Trying to take all my G’s
I never liked being broke
I rather slang yo and make a cash flow, uh
I used to floss on the block with the O.G.’s
Now everytime I pay the rent it’s foty fo keys
The main gang slanger in your neighborhood
That always thought the days would never become this good
Got the plug ten in the drop
I stopped some birds own wings and flying lot
It’s called survival
You got to win to survive
Or loose to the pen with an L doing fifty five
[Hook] (x2)
Cause I’ll be standing in the
Palms itiching
While my n***as twist about a quarter chicken
Hoping the federales don’t raid
Cause all a hustler wanna do is get paid