Jeezy, I know you ain't gon' let this shit go down like this nigga I'm hearin' these niggaz in the club, niggaz soundin' like you nigga Bitin' your motherfuckin' ad-libs, bitin' your motherfuckin' style nigga What the fuck goin' on nigga? You better check these motherfuckin' niggaz, mayne Real fuck wit real nigga and these niggaz Ain't real out here on these motherfuckin' streets nigga Especially these fuck ass industry niggaz mayne Nigga we been doin' this shit since ninety-five Last time I checked I was the man on these streets They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggaz, geah Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz, let's get it Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom Stay blowin' purple shit that keep me high like the moon Yeah, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband Nigga sneak this and that ain't how we play Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ, that's right Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill Went from old school Chevys to Beamer coupes Got a hundred niggaz with me and everybody gon' shoot, yeah Try me nigga, that's your first mistake Eat your lil' ass up like a chanterelle plate The whole pie like Domino's, yes indeed I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese, hey You can try dawg but it ain't easy, nope Mix the flake with the soul, you got Young Jeezy, damn You still wanna talk blow man? Soft white like Alaska, call me snowman Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga Post on the block, rain, sleet, snow, sunny Slow motion, don't nothin' move but the money, geah Trap all day, day, with no lunch breaks, nope It's dinner time but a gangsta cookin' pancakes Rubberbands when we wrap them stacks Time to ship it outta town, you know Saran's the wrap, yeah Think ahead in case the K-9's get loose, geah In the tubes like the ties on my Mongoose, hey Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga Yeah, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again Ridin' candy slab, grippin' on the wood again Outta line niggaz get back in place where you should've been In case you don't understand, I'ma make it understood again King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail You 'bout to make me go postal for fuckin' with my mail You got the connect but you ain't got the clientele You the hoax and niggaz know it, that shit ain't hard to tell Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't been to sales I'm finna break some bread with the feds? You dumb as hell I been around the block before, sold it all from rock to blow And I don't fuck around when the feds in town I got to go Respect my mind 'cause I'm a trill old schooler Summer time get too hot, I wait for winter when it's cooler U.G.K. for life, free the Pimp, you know the deal In P.A.T. it's trap or die and we ain't down for gettin' killed Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga

Some shit never change, nigga Aha, ayy, yeah Frank Muller, put one, two to your medulla Habla, gun dada, there is none hotter I'm so in love witcha girl, it's just somethin' 'bout her I'm havin' fun with her, you better come get her I fuck her face, bust one on her concealer And make another girl lick it off, I'ma dumb nigga Since a young nigga, I've been a made man My bitches come with fat ass and a spray tan Spend a whole bag, then run up more I won a 100k shootin' dice 10 to 4 Playing poker, put the sack up, go all in Lose, double down, win, go to Dubai If you wanna win big, the risk gotta be high Want them bad bitches all on your dick, you gotta be fly Yeah, he cool but he not a T.I., I will be damned Watch him do designer drugs by the gram, get what they asked for Life be action packed but don't nothin' distract from the cash flow Dope boy fashion, avoid fuck boys, hate 'em with a passion I'm sucka-duckin' gettin' money A hard dick all a bitch got coming, yeah All I know is more & more (aha) Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for (You know what this is) Hunnid bands (Yeah) All I know is more & more (aha) (Wassup) Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke (Tip, I got you, nigga) Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for (You, know what this is) Hunnid bands Dope boy, bitch I ain't got to say it again It's the king and the don, you gotta play it again Drop the top, lace your boots up, grab your scale All you see are triples E's like you're weighin' a whale See, I'm straight up out the gutter, it ain't hard to tell Flex, made that yellow butter, it ain't hard to sell Thirty rounds up on my hip, make it hard to walk (damn) Caller from a private number, make it hard to stalk Drop the top on a 'Rari, nigga, I'm so made Left the Dawn in the Bend, Dade, I'm so paid And she came to the mansion, yeah, the bitch got slayed Skinny dippin' in the pool yeah, lil bitch got saved, huh All I know is more & more (aha) Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for Hunnid bands (Yeah) All I know is more & more (aha) (more & more) Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for Hunnid bands All I know is get this check and the respect Fly the family from Atlanta to Hawaii and back Why would you act slow? No, I'm not an asshole Get your ass blown smooth off for doin' too much Had it with the other nigga that was tryna move up It is what is, ain't no way to make a do-up Better know that we was selling crack until we blew up Was trappin', everybody knew us And then the mill' came Done been through so much shit that I'm numb to it, don't feel pain Just heard Urban Legend the other day and it still bang Get a hustle (get it) Make it double, want some weight, you need some bigger muscles (you need it) Finesse the plan, then work your way throughout the filibuster Tryin' not to kill a sucka, that's a hard job (ya dig) But I'ma still try my hand with a car show Boy, I've been getting it out the mud since 14, making it do what it does True trap nigga All I know is more & more (aha) Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for (You know what this is) Hunnid bands (Yeah) All I know is more & more (aha) (more & more) Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for, uh huh Hunnid bands All I know is Some more and some more is all I know, man You know what I mean? Big-big shit poppin' for a long time, you understand that? Hey, we do this shit for bread and meat; we don't win then we don't eat, you understand? Yeah, yeah, talk while we spit is what we do all day, man I mean, try to be humble as I can be But truth be told, none of you nigga can't fuck with me, you understand that? It's the motherfuckin' king, nigga Come hell or high water, accept no substitution Stay solid all the way through it Fuck what a hater got to say What I did, can nobody undo Build this shit with my bare hands, man Bare witness to the greatness It's upon you This is the Dime Trap

Squat made the beat Money, power, respect Shit you gotta die fuck nigga yeah yeah yeah yeah Look Yellow gold VV's Saw her with the BB's Growin' up, used to wanna be a dope boy, all these dope fiends Bein' broke knew that wasnt the life for me Knew it wasnt for me I start kickin' doors, got tired sellin weed, stop sellin these dreams Oh, yellow-gold VV's Saw 'em with the BB Growin' up, used to wanna be a dope boy, all these dope fiends Bein' broke knew that wasnt the life for me 745 Aw huh bein' broke knew that wasnt the life for me Look, I had to sell dope and rob, I ain't have no job I was so impatient, somewhat taken, I knew that time was hard I just want you to pray for me, baby I just beat the odds Lately I just been thankin' God, some shit I just can't avoid I'ma need an eight car garage all my car pull up a Button to start all my car pull up a button they park Audemars, I got three in all I just hope they free my dogs Man you know you don't eat, you gon' starve, What you not a believer dog? how you shit on your people, dog? Better to go hit a lick or something what you scared 'bout a bitch for We used to bust down .36 Now i gotta bust down .36 nigga, another touchdown now we lit yeah yeah Yuh, uh, stuff a seven in a blunt call it Michael Vick yeah yeah oh Back den we were fucked up Yellow gold VV's Saw her with the BB's Growin' up, used to wanna be a dope boy, all these dope fiends Bein' broke knew that wasnt the life for me Knew it wasnt for me Start kickin' in doors got tired sellin weed stop sellin' these dreams Oh, yellow-gold VV's saw em with the BB Growin' up, used to wanna be a dope boy, all these dope fiends Bein' broke knew that wasnt the life for me Bein' broke knew that wasnt the life For me Knew it wasnt for me yeah yeah Look we been pourin' red now My nigga dead now I can't hold my head down we gettin' bread now We count up every hour Versace every towel ay bro the world is ours My name all in they mouth My family keep me grounded, fake shit keep me from 'round it Hatin they ain't get you found yet, VVS on me I'm drownin' Gotta wear shit skee I'm drownin' I can't leave without it I can't walk in Without it they can't hop in to my shit, yeah I been on my grind for so long Workin on my own shit, niggas try and clone me I've been tryin' not to lose it I've been tryin' not to lose it, yeah Look Yellow gold VV's Saw her with the BB's Growin' up, used to wanna be a dope boy, all these dope fiends Bein' broke knew that wasnt the life for me Knew it wasnt for me Start kickin' in doors got tired sellin weed stop sellin' these dreams Aw Yellow gold VV's Saw her with the BB's Growin' up, used to wanna be a dope boy all these dope fiends Bein' broke knew that wasnt the life for me Knew it wasnt for me Bein' broke knew that wasnt the life for me Yeah yeah End

I told my bitch to be patience watch me go get it I swear im so in love with that money im committed OG told me stay down stack that paper i listened OG told me stay down stack that paper you think i did it? R.I.P grandma, look atcha grandson We only wanted a couple of millions now that's some Had some kidnap these rappers for ransom, who want some? bet i be that boy they ran from They don't want none Way before the deal nigga, we done did mar jealous, i only fuck with my niggas they well respect us It's only room for my niggas no need for extras Just filled my house with more pistoles, the more the better Lord forgive us but they ain't never want to give us not a thang, so we loaded them thangs went and handle some thangs Fell in love with drug money and chains Make a wrong move hammers will bang My trigga finger itching Babymomz goin dumb And plus my palms keep itching lord knows a nigga wrong but may God be with me, lord knows a nigga wrong but may God be with me I just sit and get high and brainstorm Momma told me don't go out there with them chains on I told momma don't worry because i ain't alone, i told momma don't worry because i ain't alone 2x's I told her i'd be damn momma they know who i am momma Just understand why i hustle i want mad commas, mad lumber, mad love for my brothers, mad dawgs in the duffle, you mad boy nigga fuck ya I was raised in the struggle Yung nigga walkin around with AK's in the gutta Babymama str8 u know they hate her Lil bitch mad cause i ain't save her I can't wait til this shit pay off I just sit and get high and brainstorm Momma told me don't go out with all them chains on They always told me keep goin and ur day will come Aye momma told me through the bullshit remain calm So i sit and get high and brainstorm Momma told me don't go out there with all chains on Told momma don't worry because i ain't alone, i told momma don't worry because i ain't alone