cars with police radars on highways boppin'
bullpen therapy, cell block-dodgin'
pissy stairways, miss them days not when
they shut down the stores when I’m shopping
used to be pop-lockin', train-hoppin'
face covered in stocking
six-pack, Bud-drinkin' gambler
f-ck them cameras in front of the man, sing the hustler's mantra
hands of luck, more hits than Gamble & Huff
or Holland & Dozier, Forty Below's cover the toes, I was a soldier
with a pop eye, sipping the Malta
n-gga honestly I call this a culture
my sister's a snake
my brother's a vulture
my mother's the block, my father's a ghetto piranha
swimming with sharks, my tone's falsetto drama
Obama, if the kids mirror you
we'll all push Maserati's with the silver hue
they fear that connection
I’d rather die in a box than live safe in witness protection
Gotti was a racist, but he still get praises
we don’t give a f-ck, n-gga gangsta is gangsta
bricks come with Bill Clinton's name on it, taped up
Hollywood Lohan parties, people they face numb
Kim Kardashian, body with the waist slim
know some hood girls who did time that could take them
rappers changing families
fags are all lost, I’m at the Waldorf
Van Cleef under the sleeve, save your smalltalk
I feel alive, new Porsche’s, Jordan number 5’s
already said I’m the last real n-gga alive