Peace to fly ladies and gentlemen

Brothers with gold slugs who sport skullies and timberlands

You made it out them situations here's ya celebration

Toasting with real ones only the top the destination

We got good tree we got plenty liquor

The crown is for the kings the henny's for my thug niggas

I made it through them wars couple scratches and sores

Where I'm from you pass 21 that's a fucking reward

Bust still thugging of course that's in my DNA

Real nigga straits I maneuvered where moms wouldn't let you play

House niggas stay on the porch I can't fuck with your ways

Field niggas out here we hustling we trying to get the cake

True heads gravitate towards me cause of my caliber

Baby love a g because of my fly character

Well respected well known bruh I'm good in any section

All I see a god ass nigga when I see my reflection

Survive in the hood for my kind that wasn't suppose to happen

Certain beings see that I'm good I get the shocked reaction

Fail to succeed I wouldn't give these niggas the satisfaction

Their gums flapping I'm grinding putting real shit in action

Had to eliminate now the god's in a better state

Never asked the devil dance well shit we can't relate

The fake can be fatal can't connect like bad cable

Look baby I'm boss I need extra sauce at my table

And I told the chick you pour my shit it better not waste

Don, I need lobsters and shrimp served on golden plate

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