Feat. Proof

Ain't no fake shit here
Ain't no fake shit here
I want it cockpit
This money in my pocket
These hoes know what's popping
These lanes keep on jocking

They turn up, I take off
I kill shit, no ... off
Got burning books that make off
Got so much green, play around the golf field
I floss like my DJ, put this shit on replay
Cause these hoes won't do what we say
When I'm pouring all this Roze
As we go with you ho
I change hoes, I clothes
My rhyme flow, super logo
Wrong way life, nigga, fashion show
I'm taking off, you can't go
Passports and bank rolls
Golf streams and gull wings
Real street niggas with big dreams?
Bad bitches that roll things