Oh yeah Wake up, I'm on the night shift, don't do me wrong Pull up, I need my sidekick, come get me on On, on, turn me on Slow down, follow the process, I'm in the zone One umbrella, two pairs come, you play your rose Euros, really I'm out here, I'm in the pros Black man made it the hard way, he think he hov So mad looking at my shit, it could be yours 911 fuck a black folk, I got the Porsche Two time felon, behind that gate, it's a resort Gotta watch for these devils that see your shit and get controlled Careful on that road Dumb little nigga getting loaned what he owe While I'm doing what he don't, till then free the locs Another rapper term joke, another soul sold Nigga, please let it go God bless dead moot from the past Nine million all, cash This like my overtime flex Nigga ballin' Fuck, she satisfied, yes Break it off the side No secret, I'm on a roll They played y'all, not with us, do what you told Money do cartwheels, backflip them gold I don't take advice from niggas with no hoes Nigga, you talk so much, use the ho I live rent free, boy, y'all controlled I need four commas, one in front zeroes Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh Wake up, hop about the phone booth, I'm on the way Grew up on Figueroa street, I saw the blade Lil' ol' scrawny nigga fasho was catching fades Raised by all women and still I never cave Took it three times, extended from greatness I displayed Home of the brave, ran by the slaves Stole everybody name so white Jesus on the chain I feel proud when it hangs Tried to hide from the fame and still came with a bang I'm a fig, nigga, turned the black cloud to a flame I'm a big bully, stomach full, mouth full of paint It was God-given, little nigga took it too far I'm a lone star, street smart and I'm book smart That's a dope part, oh yeah Look at my report card, boy We supposed to hit the four yard, a man supposed to have scars Nigga, it ain't that hard Went from grooving into NASCAR to hoover street, I'm Mozart Boy, living on the postcard Smooth steering for the hard r, fuck y'all My niggas