(Produced By: Nate Fox) I figure...drug money securing me./ Checking packs like security./ Keep it closed, ring of purity./ My protection plot./
I Pick their fate the way juries be./ Fade away how fake Jury be./ They white thin the way flurries be./ My connect send right./
Hush yo fuss./ I hit corners./ Like I be drifting./ Then I go make a mix for that bread selling Jiffy./ My connect a bitch, I want more packs, he say he'll get me././ He lucky i'oon fuckin rob'em but I'll wait til get me
Fuck it
Ain't no dealers out working these type of Rocks./ Act fine, then wrestle off that pack, I'm like The Rock./ Then I go dish a bit to them cool kids, them mikey Rocks./ Counting cash until my fingers look weirder than Megan Fox's./
With a raw cut, stashed in my dodge the law cut./ Passed With in a dark cut, located a few blocks up./ Not getting locked up, like companies, get my stocks up, then hit a few blocks up./ Changed me, like kissing frogs, um./
They tryna kill me for white girl, I feel like Emmit./ No disrespect, just the only realway I thought they'd get./ Get it?./ Eeerka, eeerka (dj scratch) mix a lil sum innit./ Shit, if Greg was here he'd prolly say I'm so innit./
I think the law tryna bump me./ But im proactive to dumbies./ You need some black cats to get bad at Lucki./ They luhh love me./ The clucks, they fucking adore me, me./ I get around like im touring./ Cause some places more controversial than Maury./ Lordy..
I think this money more precious than new borns./ It's lovely, you find me mixed in the green like croutons./ They ain't askin so i'oon tellem im servin, they fool on./ They wouldn't know until I tell'em I got it, I'm Ru Paul./
Ooh Dawg, i ditched, im block roaming./ & you the type to get yo family in trouble, Nico & Roman./ You know I'm moving cheap packs through the hood, you called me Roman./ & You'll sit & watch a pack fill up, like you blood doning./