(Look like all my players seizing) (A coward dies a thousand deaths) (A real man only once, nah mean?) Oh, it's a family affair Got, back to back lacks new stash in my dashboard (new stash) What? New stamps in my passport I always dream big but be careful what you asked for 'Cause power got me naughty, I'm riding dirty 'cause I'm at war Block with no serial, wrap the bitch with duct tape Just slide to Hawaii, different level run rate (deep shit) It's hard to have faith with all this nonsense All the back and forth been fucking with my conscience Table full of convicts, three or four bosses Boxes full of cash, take it home and wash this (wash this) Crib in the hills now, even grab the lake house Girls doing blow in the bathroom at the steakhouses I bust all face down, used to ride the greyhound I buy my own bus, I'm always out of state now The city was my playground, shout to the dope fiends That cleared the car windows when I visited with home team Whole team got a hundred on their left hand (left hand) Blue beach in the cuts with the red sand (red sand) Car service for the day, cars, what's the plan? I step on hold blocks you barely touch the ground Me and fam had it lit 400 summers Real ones, you ain't taking nothing from us On the blocks, watching out for the undercovers God watching above us, we running out Now we off to the races (races) Yeah, run anonymous (run anonymous), run anonymous Now we off to the races (races) Yeah, run anonymous (run anonymous), run anonymous Berner got the call in, adios, this that Gotti flow Hopping up the Maybach, coping, working, nobody's off When I was broke, having doubts, I had to trap it out Work on the way, just got the call, that the package out Spent my last when I ain't have it, tryna kill the gang You could never feel my pain, we ain't built the same Took a loss, had to find a new grind but never hate it 'Cause I knew I'd get mine in due time Told my wife, "Forgive me, I ain't know who to love" I was out moving drugs, me and my Cuban plug Real talks with killers, I never leaked a word My little homie copper zippy tryna reach a bird (bird) You could hear the tires screeching through the city nice Invest my money and flip it twice, I did it right No one to trust, I'm riding solo 'cause they all fake I'm going out like the last scene in Scarface Pacino riding dirty with a hundred pack Put a couple point on top then I run it back Move low-key dog, I stay to myself I'm focused on equity and generational wealth, yeah (that's Gotti) Me and fam had it lit 400 summers Real ones, you ain't taking nothing from us On the block, watching out for the undercovers God watching above us, we running out Now we off to the races (races) Yeah, run anonymous (run anonymous), run anonymous Now we off to the races (races) Yeah, run anonymous (run anonymous), run anonymous (I-I feel all baby)

You start as lil' bro Then you big bro You start as lil' homie Then you big homie Niggas know me The bitches know me Salute to the Goonies Do a stick up for me When I die blow some weed Pour some liquor for me Know I keep working the whip You couldn't get up on it I've been skrting' off since nextels was chirping off Looking at the stash house Could tell you what the dirt is for I could get deeper with it Tell you what niggas murder for All this fly shit that we living for Superstitious hand is itching I'm bout to get it though Can't trust niggas The UZI is by the kitchen door Be careful what you be wishing for Well to the well is empty What is money for Can't get nothing from nothing I prove different though But never say you gettin' the money Cause they be snitchin' y'all Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack This shit is dreamy Got me weeding bout Nefertiti Bora Bora for a week When I leave Tahiti Campin' ain't' easy but the game still need me Only reason I'm around still I never got greedy The trippy thing about life Is you could live forever Keep your name good In the streets I'm tryna' do better Paper drip with sauce Yeah burnin' nice and slow Another million from the road I'm tryna buy another home I miss the jack, big forty on my lap While I'm ridin' a lot of good keep dyin' Half a pound to the neck I'ma grind tll I see the sunrise We don't rest man We don't even flex now We just feel blessed to wake up In the morning and take another breath Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack Got my bottom bitch bliffin' paper When all the neighbours got the flavor like an hour later Fuck I hate her Mind tripped in like a smoke cloud When my loud niggas have it drippin' From the joint up in my fingers Dead ringers, Rig slingers No blue dreamers Our pants are gettn' fatter while your pockets gettin' leaner Every pack of lit do bring a limoncello so much sweeter Watch these bitches change up their demeanor The grass is greener A thousand lights, ladies bouncin' by the style in sight If you lookin' for the doctor, got to know you pound 'em right It's all gas, better haul ass like you got a hall pass To the spot, payment, all cash So let me light this one and make it smell lovely No matter what you do you could never be above me I keep pushin' till the Sun sets, until the break of dawn Concentrate, I'm dabbin' to the song Mind gone Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack