[Intro: RU$H]
Shit just be a way of life, y'nah’mean?
I mean, it's really not too much to it
N***as get the money, n***as got the bitches
Y'nah’mean?

[Verse 1: RU$H & Tha God Fahim]
Ayo
Red 'Rari with the best molly (Uh)
I just left Bonnie's
[?], should've said sorry (Woo!)
Put you on a shirt and [?] graphic like Ed Hardy (Grr-r-rt)
And me and mami in the bed, prob'ly (That's a Fendi)
She lookin' in my eyes, like, "You the Don, and you dead starry"
And then she left on a red Harley
Then she doubled back with the tears in her eyes, and she said, "Darling
When I'm away, I’m feelin’ dead, partly" (Woo!)
RU$H and Neeko, that's Chanel Crime Syndicate
RU$H and NiCE, that’s FAMILI and the realest shit (That's a Fendi)
RU$H and Fah, the Fendi Don and the Dump Gawd hittin' licks
Cartier frames, all my n***as rich
Might pull a grip while you starin' at the links on a skinny wrist
They sayin’ he the best and he really is (Woo!)
You want a n***a who can take it there? Well, here he is (Huh?)
You n***as can't be serious (Can't be)
[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
I'm 'bout my bills and checks like Bill Belichick
Roughneck, stayin' outta debt, tote the metal Tec (A-tzatzatzatzatza!)
We don't play by the same rules (Uh-uh), I maintain rule (I maintain it)
I suggest you stay in your lane, fool (Stay in your lane)
We ain't from the same school, get your mind right (Get your mind right)
I shine with five mics, I don't need the limelight (Don't need the limelight)
Gimme my flowers, don't wait 'til it's from hindsight
I dump tapes, got bars like Klondike (Uh-huh)
It's the black rap master of rhyme (Of rhyme)
My archive large like The New York Times (Like The New York Times)
I transform, call me Optimus Rhyme (Optimus Rhyme)
We play for keeps, yeah, I'm takin' what's mine (Mine, mine, mine)
You only as good as your day goes
It's a mass effect, I'm givin' emcees halos
Iron fist, I'm built for war like Kratos
I'm 'bout my bread like English muffins and bagels
Ain't worried 'bout you a-holes