Ah Ah Ayo, ChineGun wore gloves in the summer, threw him my numbers A pair of jumpers, hollow head lead dumpers (Boom, boom, boom, boom) This Louis V shit, Virgil designed it I got shot and a few niggas got Murdered behind it (I'm right with them niggas) Ayo, the MAC shoot silent (Ah), you just seen niggas droppin' Who ran the yard? Who ran the phone? Who had the biggest locker? Who had the Glock? Who had the MAC? Who had the biggest chopper (Brr) You gettin' shot, You gettin' whacked, no need to get a doctor (Hahaha) Ayo, ain't no bomin' back, the Louis V lumberjack Havin' paperwork parties for killin' all Fuckin' rats (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) SE Gang, who can fuck with that? My shooter face covered with a bunch of Tats, hit him twice, double back (Boom, boom) A couple hundred racks vacuum sealed with rubber bands No money wraps, used to hit niggas with the dummy packs (Hah) Ayo, couple gats, '98 Lexus with the bubble back (Skrrt) Tom Ford bubble with the third, doin' jumpin' jacks (Doot, Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) What would ChineGun do? You gettin' shot if you ain't from here (Yeah) Closet full of blood bottoms, you can't afford one pair (Hahahaha) You niggas can't compare, this shit is unfair (Talk to 'em) Take a rapper chain and let my son wear it (Hah, yeah, ayy, look) I remember listenin' to Wu in '95 (Five) Got my first strap from Conway in '99 (Nine) Paper, I was tryna find, that summer, I learned how to ride Get in one shootout and my homie quit on me and got a job (You pussy) Look how it happened (Uh-huh) My whole family on, we like the Jacksons You sold white, you might could imagine that type of status (Yeah) First I cut open a slab, then light a Backwood While the fiends cook the dope in the spoon while strikin' matches, uh I rose from the streets, I did the most with the least My team had the best numbers when the coke wasn't cheap Fuck your plug's plug, 'cause I can get both numbers beat It's five hundred a bottle, But the hoes want it free (Your bitch got it) I was there when them bricks was stamped, You was scared when them trips was planned Nigga, I can fit a whale in the big sedan (Ah) You gon' probably take a L if I lift this hand (Brr) Haters be your biggest fans, then they take the witness stand Let's go

Brr Ayo Flygod Hangin' out the Royce with the Russian (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Everybody duckin', only five niggas got hit, fuck it (Ah) Halos over Palm Angels, watch for Lucifer (Ah) I had the beam on the Draco, luncheon (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Dumpin', I threw the barrel at your pumpkin (Brr) Puffin' gelato, chillin', givin' game to my youngin' I told him that this shit don't come, you gotta want it And have that money back on time to me if I front it, ah (Let's go) I pull that gun up, you slippin', you better run it Shells, those feel like oatmeal, they sit in your stomach (Ah) I came home and let back niggas biddin' them numbers (Free my niggas) I'm thinkin' about which block that I'm killin' this summer Ayo, Dior rockin', .357 to your throat popper (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) He had to lay low, the streets watchin' Two different color duct tapes, I bet that shit got cut My shit swimmin', made two to five, now we winnin' Catch me on the yard, greased up, waves spinnin' CO knockin' at my cell, price on the linen Look, you know the wheels got the big Bs (Uh huh) The wrist freeze, diamonds dancin' like Chris Breeze (Hahaha) 3500 my sneakers, you can't get these After I nut, I made the bitch leave (Get out, bitch) You know my wrist mean, I double up if the brick clean (Let's go) But now I get that for a sixteen Ah, and I spend it like this dope from lotto SIG throwin' hollows, bullets big as a Corona bottle (Brr) It cost twenty bands for a convo My niggas all Capos, last time I cooked up, I wore a poncho (Ah) Pullin' up on your broad, pronto (What's poppin'?) I fucked her once, she hit me the next day but the call blocked though Ayo, all my jewels on, I'm in the two seater with the roof gone (Skrt) Bushmaster with the Raf straps, knock your shoes off (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Air hole TEC blew off, no screw off Headshot up close, his Just Don blew off (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) I pull the coupe off with two bitches in my new loft (Vroom) Diamond tennis chains, VVSs, and a new cross Bring your biggest gun, nigga, we can have a shoot-off (Ha) Only hit three niggas, but, shit, I knocked two off (Brr) We the upper echelon of the hard rappers The most sought-after, bar after bar after bar after Bar, we raw like the soft of the traffic Nigga got out of pocket and my dawg clapped him (Ah, boom, boom, boom) We the hardest 'til I'm laid in a coffin (Ah) I never trade on the squadron Came with a forklift, ah, we made niggas bosses Doin' it from the stage to the faucet They know we the hardest, I hit valet and they parked it, uh (Uh huh) They want the wave like a dolphin What gangster is you talkin'? We don't play, we on offense Stick you and throw your chains in the garbage They know we the hardest (Let's go), use your brain before they torch it Lock and load, and aim for the target My niggas the hardest (Let's go)

A landslide, nigga Huh, this shit is, this shit is a landslide, nigga Uh, this the theme music for the pie stretchers (Whip up) I whipped five, I got five extras (Hah) Three Everybody is F.O.O.D tapes, a trifecta (Cap) Show these niggas in the game how to Apply pressure (Rock shit up, nigga) All my bitches got a bag and they drive Tesla (Uh-huh) Bust down the Cubans, I lit my neck up (You see the neck, bitch) Landslidin' on niggas, don't even try to catch us Hollow tips flyin' out of my Heckler (Brr) We came a long way from that Digiscale That shit too small to weigh up the shit I sell (Hahaha) Pink Spade for my bitch, she don't do Zinfandel Y'all ain't the only niggas gettin' money, boy, we rich as well (Hah) Rich as hell Shooter empty out his clip and bail (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Sniffin' yayo so long, he lost his sense of smell (Smell shit) Before I left Cali, I sent the bale (Haha) Hit Goose, told him, "Look out for it, it's in the mail" I leave a nigga living room floor full of blicky shells (Brr) Broke, we gotta kill his baby mama too That bitch'll tell (Get that bitch too) I'm stackin' all the profit off of every brick I sell (Cap) I bet you pussy niggas wish I fail (Hahaha) Ah, hand on my clip, we animals, dismantle my strip I'm 5'8" but 6'11" if I stand on my bricks I cancel y'all quick with the Glock I Shoot cannonballs with (Doot, doot, doot) I sat in prison, walkin' the yard, just plannin' all this (Ah) Uh, unknown location, I got thirty Os (I got thirty Os) 'Cause I'm too smart for that stash in the dirty clothes I'm in the kitchen countin' cash, does she disturb me? No Revenge a dish for greedy niggas, you gotta serve it cold (Suckers) I had to move where the climate hot (Hot) I took the money off the corner and invested that in private stock Bet you know I still run the kinda spot (Yeah) Hustlers buy the bricks in the back And the front is just a tire shop (Ah) Big guns, ain't no quiet shots (Ain't no quiet shots) I'll be fine if you die or not Plus I'm equipped if a riot pop (We got guns, nigga) I threw the whole clip but he survived the shots (Brr) I guess my aim was on but the timing not (Damn) Felony shit, you can never be clipped (Nigga) One night stands with women I would never be with My OG puttin' me on, he love tellin' me shit Said, "Black men in America could never be rich", The Butcher (Flygod) Ayo, rockin' wonders (Ah) Wonderin' if I should rock John Undercover for the whole summer Pole with the scratched numbers (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) We wore Fear of Gods to the last supper (Ah) Too much coke, I made the Pyrex glass suffer House of the Very Islands, stylin' Dope pilin' on China, put the .40 to him Started firin' (Boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Plain Jane, said I'm ahead of my time again (Ahead of my time again) Back whippin' them nines again, back to back Lambs on Fairfax (Skrrt) Ran out of Sweet Chick, blew the nigga head back (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Jetta to the Beverly Center Bloodstains in the fifth seat, gave the blick to valet Now you rich, M16 vicious, don't come my way, I spray (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) I'm out in Tribeca baggin' up yay Paint all on my North Face, the worst case, I'ma be rich Collina Strada my bitch (Huh?), I'm on the yard on my drip (Huh?) I had the Audemars wrist (Huh?) The Phillipe tucked in my Timbs (Huh?) You better have my commissary or you gettin' that biz (Ah) Jewelry out with my kids

Ah, Butcher coming, nigga They play sports I race the Porsche through the streets with choppers (woo) You know us, we like the bucks on the eastern conference (Griselda) I'm plugged on both coasts From long beach to yonkers (long beach to yonkers) So I'm somewhere in Brooklyn smoking weed from Compton (ayy) Tell me it's lit, just pull up and sell me this shit I bag a half in three-point-fives with no scale in this bitch You know how I play it I press a button, your helmet get hit (boom, boom, boom) Riding through magazine tall as a elf in the blick Beef in the air, I smell fear, I can tell you was tense Had to drop But let you slide 'cause I could tell you was bitch (pussy) I stayed in the suite for so long, I got mail at the ritz We betting on dice like the NFL on the strip I run in the club, bump into plugs, I fell on a brick Only tom brady get more rings than my telephone get This for the Ps and my co-Ds, I'm a federal with My lawyer told me to breath, them charges never gon' stick, let's go Ayo, we was bagging, some big nigga came through clapping I ducked behind french, got the mac and started (brr) He just got home from doin' a stretch, nobody put him on All he heard was west got the bricks, you gotta sneak up on him Went and got the blow from Pete, you know, Pete from Utica Did a stretch and came home and started shooting up (ah) But anyway they did five together up in Attica How I'm getting rich and they broke? It ain't adding up Niggas started plotting on me, they followed me from jummah I peeped the nautica van and yo, I gotta lose 'em (skrrt) Floating down filmore, slid up in CP One of us gotta go, it ain't gon' be me Still got the ace still, hopped out Shot Pete on june, his brains landed on wakefield (boom, boom,boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Two weeks later, we was bagging The big nigga showed up I hid behind the fridge and started clappin' (brr) Hit the nigga twice in his shoulder, he bust back but missing Then I got good shots, seven bullets in the same shot (brr, brr, brr) Now his dust missin', get the mop (ah) Get the bleach Came a long way from 'caine, we was dealing Got my name out the kitchen Yeah (we got our name out that kitchen, nigga) Came a long way from 'caine, we was dealing Got our name out the kitchen, look (all facts) Few thousand for the god crystals (hah) I can make a call and get the raw shipment (send that in) One shot, one kill when my dog clipped him Scored on them niggas with one bullet that's rod strickland (Hahaha) Four fifth-ed him, left him in the front seat of his car, twitching I don't know what kind of raw you been sniffing (fuck you on, nigga?) Think you fucking with me, my bars different Rock the dior with the kaws stitching, boy listen (talk to 'em) You see a spaceship when my garage doors lifting (cap) My broad a vixen, smoking billy's cigar twisting (smokin') I got my shooter with me and my dog itching He wanna empty out a clip at where Your mom's living (stand it out, nigga) Nigga, you ain't gettin' shot in your legs It's a weak shot, double back, shot him again (boom, boom, boom) All my lil' shooters keep a 30 popper on them (facts) And nine times out of ten, it's a body on them (hah) I know it's some fuck niggas that I probably offend But try to ride on me, your chances is probably thin Bro, I gotta go in, one of my niggas got indicted And the fiend overdosed They put the body on him, yeah (that's fucked up) Came a long way from 'caine, we was dealing Got my name out the kitchen, yeah Uh, came a long way from 'caine, we was dealing Got our name out the kitchen, yeah A long way from 'caine, we was dealing Got our name out the uh

Ayo I'm in Salvatore makin' Salaat Bentayga in three flavors Shoot the, know we'll speak later Up the Whitney, got the MAC with me Hid behind the Warhol, dip to Bergdorf, shot up the whole store (brrt) Cherry '57, in the 'bach learnin lessons (skrrt) Crack ain't dry, and it be ready in a second (ah) Forty chains on, halo, I'm a God Fear of God jogger, rock a, I don't even jog Hangin' out the Wagen sunroof, pickin' off (brrt) The Mille with the chill bezel (ah) All my foreigns red, it make me feel special Banana peel AK, I'm lookin' real extra With the top keys, the money green Teslas (skrrt) Told Virgil, write brick on my brick (write brick on my brick) Write brick on my brick Told Virgil write brick on my brick Ayo, Amiris filled with cash, I'm in the fashion district (ah) Shoot your momma houses for a half a bicken All my dealin', all my killin' (brrt) Them tried to test me, now the missin' (ah) Meal quarters, I'm still awesome Water whip coke, I still Voss, Rose out the faucet Ah, tell Virgil, write brick on my brick Look, lil brodie let off his .30, he ain't even flinch (yeah) Caught the body, dipped to the A, nobody seen him since (he got low) 560 Benz and I ain't need the tints (vroom) My weakest scent cost more than your momma need for rent (hahaha) That's just one zip, the drum rip, leave you rinsed (rrah) Hide the body for a week and it's gon' leave a stench (smell that?) Rappers come to my city, they gon' need consent (you gon' need a pass,) 'Cause we already know you, we convinced (hah) I told Virgil, write brick on my brick (hah) The nicest with this, ain't write this, I just spit (woo) White on my, this ice drip on my fist No shoe deal, but look at all this Nike shit that I get (hahaha) On dope street, it's white that I pitch Two in the morning, on the corner, night shift with my blick (I got it all) No soda in this Off-White shit that I whip (hah) I'm rich, put all this Off-White on my (haha) So if it's smoke, we ain't even askin' (uh huh) We just pullin' up and somebody gon' see a casket (boom boom boom) Hall N Nash and BENNY like James Worthy, Kareem, and Magic (yeah) Every time Griselda drop, this gon' be a classic (you know what's up) Yo, I gave cocaine to users, and okays to shooters (I did) I'm cocky, vintage Versace with the stone face Medusas Sopranos, and Margianos, we got gold-plated Rugers This pistol'll backflip you and blow your whole frame to puro (brrt) Got all eyes on us, can we chill? Eatin' with snakes'll probably get him killed 'Cause trust me, every family got a Henry Hill (what up?) And every man don't got a BENNY skill (nah) When you this dope, it take least fifty mil' just to sit me still (ah) Light ten on my whip, white on my Right wrist when I whip, that white brick on my brick Runway Margiela, that type shit on my Butterflys and spikes, that type on my kicks These rappers wanna be trendy, their wanna be friendly (nah) But never, she wear Forever 21 like it's Fendi Until that is Givenchy, she pronounce that shit as "Givinchy" She wanna me and run through all my accounts 'til they empty What would ChineGun do? I'm still thinkin' militant Old paraphernalia layin' around, I got rid of it (that's out of here) Then settled all my differences (I did) I really had a chicken with a tree stamp like I stepped on it with a Timberland The Butcher (ah)

Well, I've walked these streets A virtual stage, it seemed to me Makeup on their faces Actors took their places next to me Well, I've walked these streets In a carnival of sights to see All the cheap thrill seekers The vendors and the dealers, they crowded around me Have I been blind, have I been lost inside Myself and my own mind? Hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have seen? Well, I've walked these streets In a spectacle of wealth and poverty In the diamond market the scarlet welcome carpet That they just rolled out for me And I've walked these streets In the madhouse asylum they can be Where a wild eyed misfit prophet on a traffic island stopped And he raved of saving me Have I been blind, have I been lost inside Myself and my own mind? Hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have seen? Have I been wrong, have I been wise To shut my eyes and play along Hypnotized, paralyzed By what my eyes have found By what my eyes have seen What they have seen Have I been blind? (Blind) Have I been lost? (Lost) Have I been wrong? (Have I been wrong?) Have I been wise? (Have I been wise?) Have I been strong? Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have found? (By what my eyes have found?) In that great street carnival Have I been blind? (Blind) Have I been lost? (Lost) Have I been wrong? (Have I been wrong?) Have I been wise? (Have I been wise?) Have I been strong? Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have found? (By what my eyes have found?) In that great street carnival In that carnival (It's crazy, yeah) (Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized) (By what my eyes have found?) (By what my eyes have found) (In that great street carnival)

Gonna get what's mine and wild horses couldn't keep it from me. Papa says I'm a golden child and the whole world's gonna fall at my feet. It's all coming to me. Going down picking when it's harvest time, Gonna get my share, gonna get what's mine for me. Sun is a-blazing down but I don't mind; I'm picking, I'm digging, it's harvest time for me. When I get my little eye on it, When I get my little mind on it, you best believe. Ole sweet tooth aching in my head, Gonna fill my belly to the brim, oh yes indeed! Hive is a-buzzing in a hollow tree And I don't care if I gotta kill a little honeybee. When I get my little eye on it, When I get my little mind on it, you best believe. Oh my, it's all coming to me. Gonna get what's mine and wild horses couldn't keep it from me. Papa says I'm a golden child and the whole world is gonna fall at my feet. It's all coming to me. Pumpin' and a-suckin' till the well is dry, Nobody's booming in these busted times like me. Down in Texas where the cattle don't roam Oil is a-dripping and the savings and loans, they bleed. When I get my little eye on it, When I get my little mind on it, you best believe. Oh my, it's all coming to me. Papa came along and he shook the tree; Down came a bushel and a peck for me. Papa shooed away all the honeybees. Papa dug a well and it flowed for me. Papa caught the mother-lode fish for me. Papa set a fire and it burned for me. Papa put a skillet in the flame to fry; Papa filled this little silver spoon of mine. Papa said the Lord took a shine to me. Papa said I gotta set the whole world free. Papa said how it's gonna be.