[Intro-Skeme]
Time to really live on this sh*t
No existing
Breathe on these n*ggas really quick
You ain't livin' you don't exist
[Verse 1-Skeme]
If I could talk to the Lord
I'd tell him thank you for his favor
And beg forgiveness for what's in store for these haters
See we made like the mobsters
Pussies plottin' to rob us
Spent the show check on choppers
That sing like Sinatra at the Opera
A real n*gga till my casket close
Haters mad but hoes love me for these raspy flows
Who keepin' peace I'm from where teens keep a piece at
Money over all bullsh*t I preach that
And I'm trappin' too just peep the way I'm snappin' foo
Oh Lord think these n*ggas here went overboard
Scales weighin' right I'm keepin' dollar signs over whores
Yeah, it's really ignant but it's killin' isn't it
Ask b*tches killin' pus*y till it's losin' pigment
No emotions when it's rollin' blood it's purely business
Losin' racks inside a strip club, sign of my sickness
No bare witness to the f*ckin' Gods
I'm out the hood rich as a b*tch and feel like f*ck the odds
I'm off my rocker and what I'm totin'll knock ya
Smokin' just stayin' focused screamin' live long and prosper
It's respect, money and power
I make money off of powder
Swim in riches now my hater's face look like they swallowed somethin' sour
Need my payment in every hour and every minute
Cuz there are no limits like me and P. Willis
Just runnin' up in this like young chucks what the f*ck?
f*ck is up? n*ggas must have been sniffin' that dust
n*gga please that's my response when you say you could f*ck wit' us ugh
They hollin' duke what the lick read?
The Tiger that killed Roy and now I got my eyes on Sigfried
Money race, I'm in a big league
n*gga you couldn't catch up to me on a Six Speed
I'm OD'd just like a 4th quarter Kobe
Or KD or f*ck you to them n*ggas tryna hate me
Bet you they don't fade me, I'm brazy don't play me
n*gga I been here since I was Million Dollar Baby
And you should holla if you follow how to get it
Young n*ggas we alive and livin' yeah