Intro (feat. Stalley)

All you niggas days is numbered

I'm speeding past niggas: Days of Thunder

Tom Cruise, Been bombin' crews since the pager numbers

Lumber Jack brown tats started jackin' with the gold up under

A dope boy without selling dope

Twist a tree, inhale the smoke

Money to the colour of Cuban coke

Cuban chains and gold ropes

Black flags black locs

Triple gold Dayton spokes

Triple stacks pourin' fo'

Rubber band my stacks is dough

This is old money from '94

Buckets no bench seats when I roll

I roll my windows down and turn the music up,

Hit the switch and drop it low

808s and tons of low end

And light another one

This made the smoke end,

Don't hop yo ass in if you ain't down roll in

Cause they don't understand the shining light,

They can't understand this kind of life

When you sitting clean behind halogen lights,

They start throwing hollows out of spite, trying to take your life

I came from the wrong side of the tracks, trying to make it right

When they turn white to green, young niggas turn to fiends at 15, wiggled out

Shooting AR-15s and Glock nines, bullet holes in every stop sign

Ignore cop signs, if they kill one of us, then a cop dying

Drop top riding, middle finger to the wind

And I keep popping iron until all my niggas win,

And every nigga with me sittin on gold rim

Been wanting that since Maximums with the gold trim

My dog's been in all gold before the gold trend

Dead stop

Jordan 10s on orange juice and Seagram’s gin

Turned on to all of that before the age of 10

Fluffy leaves on the green stem getting rolled up

A nigga come from another city, he get fold up

And girls with they nose up, acting like they ain't slut

White boys get they nose stuffed, with that pure uncut

Man, this world where I'm living at

That's why I rap through these songs down to my fifty cap

That's why I rap through these songs down to my fifty cap

To my fifty cap