[Verse]

Minolta, devil exposure, wide-lens view
Check credentials and n***as next to push the Benz through
You know the glow iced out rings, long doe
Spandex, Moshino, hoe bitches lettin' they thongs show
I played the game, took plenty paper, still remain the same
Asian name, barrel link chain, lettin' my piece hang
Domestic, no more crime play but still connected
It's ethics, calculated steps through geometrics
Waves spinnin', double shades of beige linen
'97 expedition, displayed with all the trimmins
Travel light, push the LS on casual nights
Have you ever puffed the chalice weed pipe? That shit will have you right
I roll dice, tryin' to divorce from this cold life
Used to sell coke on the strip, but now I hold mics
And plan soon to pack and vacate somewhere in Cancún
Escape to a cozy estate filled with mad rooms
Furnished up, too many foul n***as, time to turn it up
Push about a buck and shift gears, burn the clutch
'Cause it's like this, for these chips I strike swift
Preciseness, precious jewels of life — that's priceless
I payed my dues, and through it all, I never trade my shoes
Cash rules, new crews who made the news
We all for paper, I guess greed is just a second nature
Indeed, shots of Henrock and weed'll escalate ya
Some mostly touch along the line crossed up
I took the shortcut, puffin' on blunts, bustin' off nuts
The night type, love dime bitches and night life
Casino dice, sexy strip dancers and white ice
I seen the movie, most of you n***as couldn't move me
Truly, it's like a 6-shot ruger against a Uzi
So bust or run, or cock back, bust your gun
But I fake none, I remain like the sun
Bless the strong livin', intellect and long vision
Connects in prison, and real n***as wit' recognition
So respect the mission
Vol. 1, second addition, the next dimension
Dotted line — sign your deposition