Yo, I barely know you
But the way you front, make you wanna blow you
You rappin’, but you local, my shit is goin’ global
Niggas ain’t ready, nah, f**k figures that petty
I want bricks so thick, you cut ‘em with machetes

Any nigga met me know I’m ‘bout getting’ cheddy
Ain’t nothin’ fancy, settle for 1500 Chevy
I watched my man get banned tryin’ to plan scams
Done ran grams on a Pan Am to San Fran

We want the money, so it’s a must we get paid
I puff in the shade, rock clothes custom-made
Send bricks to poppy, be big as Liberacce
You don’t believe me? Nigga, watch me

Unfold your phone and call up all your soldiers at home
Tell ‘em you saw Mase in _Rolling Stone_ holdin’ a chrome
Now he probably out in a pocanose strokin’ hoes
Smokin’ those, celebratin’, open the Moë’s

A cool guy, even a cool guy can’t get too high
Even his boo’ll try to set him for his moolah
The cops take us to where a cell block await us