B-Boyz (ft. Kendrick Lamar / Ace Hood /Mack Maine)

Talk about it, make 'em talk about

Life to me is currency, prosperity, I got it

And your life to me is lifeless, like its livin' on life support

I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart

Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego, next to me and violence

Next to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one

And I musta won that from anybody who had it, or better yet forgot it

Mack in the back of a 'lac, with a mac in the back of the 'lac

With a latch on the back of the trunk

Hit a punk in the back with a pump, in the back, 'till he's off balance

And I'm back in the front of the front

Of the future when you are mentioning talent

And I'm in the back in the back of the block

With a cop, wanna cop anybody's allowance

Iraq on the block, he watch for the block or whatever

And cut, no cut, more guns, more guts

Fuck boy, you fucked up twice, you fuck, consider you drownin'

Die in a lake with a date with a catfish, back flip head first smilin'

C-cry in the face of Jesus, we just pray we keep on stylin'

On you bitches, tde, ymcmb business, bitch

Okay nigga riding in a may-be, and I'm probably with baby

Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like bailey

Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive

Need a new save money getting too high, dead presidents all in my levis

Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish

Might cop me an aston, martin on 'em

Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal

Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma

I'm super paid, 2 shows a day

My rollie gold, no time to waste

What it do berg, my fuckin' brother

Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma

Hot as the summer, cold as the winter

Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber

Young nigga, got a lot of flows

Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control

Box full of choppers, hand on the trigger

Uptown gangsta, get it how we get it

Third ward soldier, suicide rider

Militant minded, hundred mill on the counter

Hand pearly rug nigga, flame on the bugatti

Christian louboutin, chanel for my models

Higher than bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales

Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail

Fr-fresher than I been before

Higher than we even been, shining on them 24's

Junior doing time ho

On the grind ho, while he doing time ho

Ya know!

The time is money and money still was made baby

Eight months ain't stop nothing nigga

It's like jail was third base and my lil' nigga still came home, ya understand

I'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers

That's why when the babies grow up damn they be like us

I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers

Man I'm so happy my lil' brother came home from rikers

Shout out to bp, thugga, flow and fail boy

My flow lucifer, I spit hell boy

My heart numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand

And I hold my niggas down boy like a kickstand

Get off my nuts, stop acting like a bitch fam

Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn

I went from watching time fly on earl and red porch

To cruising through the streets of miami in a red porsche

Me and stunna fly, we should join the air force

Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?

I went from making money from people with crack habits

To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket

Amen