Trimming plants, cutting clones
I hear clicks on my phone
Out here and count 90 grand and I’m shipping it home
Six phones, rip set on chrome
Bricks I’mma flip, flip till they gone
Fuck a money counter, count chips on my own
I’m hood rich, I took drips, ’96 I was on
I’m getting strong, two guns and a bag of cash
I’m a legend where I’m from, you don’t have to ask
Stay the state champions
Bring the pele back, I wanna taste the champignon
Caviar sweet like the ambient
Hit the story, buy more bags to put the candy in
Keep the smell away ‘cause snitches wanna hand me in
Tools on the belt like a handyman
Mills, more mills, big rims for the wheels
Can’t say, I just smile, give a fuck how they feel
It’s take over time, street money running industry
Three letter boys wanna see the end of me
Death to my enemies, let them die slowly
I woke up bored and blew 60 on a Rollie
My crib’s huge and my tour bus is smoking
Trust me, I’mma live for all my dead homies
Ex-cons, parolees, there’s killers in my circle
Catching feelings get you hurt, live a killer life, it’s perfect, boy
20 lights