[Verse 1]
Look, everybody already know, Jeezy a real street n***a
Every time you see me out i'm with real street n***as (yeah)
I hope you got yours I keep mine
In the club blowing dro throwing gang signs (yeah)
They say we country n***as yee-haw
The money comin back and forth like a seesaw
And y'all ain't never seen what we saw
Stacks of twenty dollar bills, bricks of white raw

[Chorus]
I went from old school Chevys, to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces (Yeah)
And y'all ain't seen what I've seen
Get a hundred thousand in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys, to drop-top Porsches

[Verse 2]
Look, black tees, black Ones, and a fitted cap
The Mac-11 makе me walk wit a crazy dap
Look, y'all say we country n***as yee-haw
The monеy comin back and forth like a seesaw
And y'all ain't never seen what we saw
Stacks of twenty dollar bills, bricks of white raw
Where they got little faith, they don't care bout shit
Ludicrous how they ride, I-20 wit dem bricks (yeah)
Look, the shit I spit it for y'all
On the real my n***as shit I spit it for y'all (here we go)
Look, who gives a fuck about friends?
If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a Benz (yeah)
While y'all robbing and boosting
I'm standing over the stove like the chef at Houston's
Look, look, it's not about the flip game
Want the real bread, dawg it's all about your
[Chorus]
I went from old school Chevys, to drop-top Porsches
Look, you couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
Hundred thousand in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys, to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't did what I did
If you from where I'm from you gotta get how you live, baby