my honest thoughts on all this
Rocking blood diamonds, cooling in the hood with the goonies
Gambling and scrambling, trying to buy us some Gucci's
It's a movie made, regardless, my crooks is the hardest
Buying crazy pots and pans, stay in apartments
Yo, bank roll was all we ever needed
While niggas was weeded, playing spades, pumping crack in Adidas
Just fly, young with heart, I sift in the park
Then made sales, blazed a few shells, yeah fuck who you are
Guns on us, I make you cry like onions, come through
Stay in your lane, peep the name, we done this
I was legend then, now my paper stretching, yeah, that's him
Gold Aston, rocking glasses, high class actress
Villas, movie-making gorillas, the willas
The guest-star gun fights, squeeze on the squealers
Don't come near me, nigga
If you don't got no money, fear me
Matter fact, move it, ya hear me?