Pimp C P.A. Trill nikka
Polo fukk that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab, sippin barre
Smokin weed, sellin white
Them other nikkas shyt don't come back right
That's how nikkas get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these nikkas ain't livin right
Keep yo' pistol, fukk a fight
Cause nikkas out here jack every night
I keep my mind on my money nikka fukk the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin the game
Hittin the corner in the candy thang
Sittin on leather, grippin the grain
