"Intro" lyrics
This is the God's honest truth, nigga, I tell you no lies (Amen)
Just like Anna Maes, we was sellin' them pies, though (Right)
In the midst of it, there's some fellas that died (R.I.P.)
That's what I meant, Lord, it's been a hell of a ride (I had some fun)
So it's thanks to the most high, heard the bank is on multi (We runnin' that bag up)
Two words, nigga, oh, my (Ah)
Goodness gracious, the Maybach is spacious (Woo)
We been runnin' 'round the spaceship, I put a hundred down for the facelift (Uh, gang)
Come to your town, I'm on the A-list (Facts)
Might be Ricky'd down in some Asics, I know these niggas can't take it (Nasty)
It's the bounceback kid, show you what an ounce of crack did
Man, I took that to the top, I used to cook it to the rock, stupid
Now let that bubble up, mm
Let that shit bubble up
Then you, then you, then you, then you put that shit on a plate
Then you start to bag that shit up
These niggas testin' my patience like a doctor checkin' for illness (I'm cool, though)
Well, nigga, even if you deaf, you can feel this (You hear me, nigga)
The rap game done changed, these niggas ain't checkin' for realness
My young boy goin' crazy, he just got a rep 'cause he kill shit (Grrt, grrt)
Where Nelly at? Shit gettin' hot in here (Sizzlin')
She got Birkins and Chanellys, man, the bitch kept the hottest gear (She a baddie)
Stuck up in the telly, sellin' bricks is what got us here (I remember)
The Ferrari don't drop, but it got Pirellis and the top is clear (Skrrt)
That shit is nasty work (Facts)
Got a young bitch up in Startlets, she shakin' ass for worth (Ayy, mama)
I said I'm too old to speak about what the streets about
But the young boys run around with Pooh Shiestys and thirties peekin' out (What?)
Rap police is on me, that shit trickin' my trauma (Woo)
Huh, back in '08 when we was carryin' triggers for drama (Damn)
I swear I shed a tear when I bought that crib for my mama (Mommy)
We used to hustle all night to make sure we live to mañana now (I'm still here, nigga)
Gettin' pissed off, my bitch takin' too long in Emilio (Hurry up, Chris)
After that Pucci, that coochie, then you know I'm gon' kill it, though (Haha)
Just like Anna Maes, we was sellin' them pies, though (Right)
In the midst of it, there's some fellas that died (R.I.P.)
That's what I meant, Lord, it's been a hell of a ride (I had some fun)
So it's thanks to the most high, heard the bank is on multi (We runnin' that bag up)
Two words, nigga, oh, my (Ah)
Goodness gracious, the Maybach is spacious (Woo)
We been runnin' 'round the spaceship, I put a hundred down for the facelift (Uh, gang)
Come to your town, I'm on the A-list (Facts)
Might be Ricky'd down in some Asics, I know these niggas can't take it (Nasty)
It's the bounceback kid, show you what an ounce of crack did
Man, I took that to the top, I used to cook it to the rock, stupid
Now let that bubble up, mm
Let that shit bubble up
Then you, then you, then you, then you put that shit on a plate
Then you start to bag that shit up
These niggas testin' my patience like a doctor checkin' for illness (I'm cool, though)
Well, nigga, even if you deaf, you can feel this (You hear me, nigga)
The rap game done changed, these niggas ain't checkin' for realness
My young boy goin' crazy, he just got a rep 'cause he kill shit (Grrt, grrt)
Where Nelly at? Shit gettin' hot in here (Sizzlin')
She got Birkins and Chanellys, man, the bitch kept the hottest gear (She a baddie)
Stuck up in the telly, sellin' bricks is what got us here (I remember)
The Ferrari don't drop, but it got Pirellis and the top is clear (Skrrt)
That shit is nasty work (Facts)
Got a young bitch up in Startlets, she shakin' ass for worth (Ayy, mama)
I said I'm too old to speak about what the streets about
But the young boys run around with Pooh Shiestys and thirties peekin' out (What?)
Rap police is on me, that shit trickin' my trauma (Woo)
Huh, back in '08 when we was carryin' triggers for drama (Damn)
I swear I shed a tear when I bought that crib for my mama (Mommy)
We used to hustle all night to make sure we live to mañana now (I'm still here, nigga)
Gettin' pissed off, my bitch takin' too long in Emilio (Hurry up, Chris)
After that Pucci, that coochie, then you know I'm gon' kill it, though (Haha)
