[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
12 men following me, it be the god staff move
Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
12 men following me, it be the god staff move
Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
12 men following me, it be the god staff move
Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
12 men following me, it be the god staff move
Ayo

[Verse]
Pots breaking, reminiscent of Bacon
Winchester in Canali windbreakers
Five convertibles, slime, I never heard of you
Murder you, Ruger shells'll leave you vertical
Don't take it personal, you know it's a money thing
The buggy eyed Benz money green
KITH sweats, Tec hanging by the drawstring
Lookout was raw fiend, Pauline
My n***as said I was the illest n***a ever
Now from rap, I bought my whole team Fendi leathers
Me and Heem, Desert Eagles fly together
Live n***as, 99 nIceberg sweater
Upper echelon, we on
I'm up in B Block, sell these ten caps and I'm gone
B.A. cortez and Timbs
Gem stars beneath they tongue stars
I'm recommend an extra large
[Chorus]
I made the cash off small heads
Ain't nobody fucking with me when it come to this fly shit, man
My empire all big faces
This is what the fuck I do
A million off another n***a block
You broke bum motherfuckers thirsty man, looking at me man, y'all motherfuckers is hungry, man
Stan Smiths, no shoelaces
Y'all can't-y'all can't keep up with me man, this shit is easy, man
I made the cash off small heads
You know I ain't no fuckin' rapper man, just sound fuckin' good, though
My empire all big faces
I'm a Buffalo n***a, too, man, don't get that shit fucked up, man
A million off another n***a block
Rest in peace ChineGun Blak, man
Stan Smiths, no shoelaces
Free my n***a Sly
My n***a Ike, my n***a 40