I go back to back
Keep them pussies out my habitat
Fuck a fight
I ain't Cactus Jack, let's have a ladder match
Keep my pipe in my Cadillac
I need my status back
What's the price on the package
My young niggas traffic that
My satisfaction came from trappin' way before a platinum plaque
My homie pull up with that rattatat
You know it set him flat
That's a fact
My young nigga hit him for half a rack
All he wanted was an onion and a shoutout on the Snap
I approach your hoe like bitch lie down on your back
When approach a king you got to bow down to the mac
I got to stack of racks that's underneath my mattress flat
Roll a pound back to back I grab the seal and crack the Act', bitch
You know my life a movie, every scene be action packed
I fill a Bentley truck with groupies and I make 'em cab it back
I think them crackas tryna scoop me, switched the line they had it tapped
I ain't having that they tryna intercept my Cali pack
I'm going Optimus Prime
I turn that rock into dimes
Niggas still getting murdered so the crime stoppers ain't stopping the crimes
Nah I ain't being nervous I'm just on point, it's a lot on my mind
Look at my closet and how it's designed
I only cop if it's top of the line, bitch

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Writer(s): Donald Quilio