You go hard, I go the hardest Let us bow our head for swag father Soulja wrote the book, I'm the author Five chains on, came out the water When you get old you become the target Money on deck, bitch don't get me started Got ten chains, now they say I'm cocky When I drop my album, watch them niggas copy Zan with that lean I fell out the dream Pretty boy king bitch you know what I mean & I pull up in the city Lambo tangerine in green God damn