I don’t do concerts, just operas like Sinatra
I cut niggas off like doctors when they operate 
Why hate I can’t level preposterous
I sip fine wine and grapes, my tail’s lobster
Don’t keep cash, you so grand in the pocket
Everything Versace, big like Chris Wallace
I get the whip, leather crash backpack 
Full of cash, stand back, I’m a real nigga, get there fast
When I shop, Jay’s in the box like Beyoncé
And I keep it real, coke mix, sipping, popping
Cha$e getting money like checks games, money like death jam
I spit death jams, rolling left hand 
Damn, shorty, she important, rolling shot
Come up in my car, rolling with the bosses
Anybody fly, Cha$e taught them
Everything fly Cha$e bought them
You niggas can’t afford it, I’m touring, balling
All of recording, I got Biggie on with my charters, I’m on it
Yeah, keeping chick with the Cuban links 
Who is this? V. Cha$e, living ludicrous 

I want it
I want it
We out here
I want it
I want it
We out here
I’m from the town with no lames
I’m from the town with no lames allowed

I’m from the town with no lames allowed
Park cars and bars and make angels bow
I’m the king with the scepter, don’t be thinking I’mma help you
I like money over lecture and I’d rather pay me extra
I’m a maker of the maker, never feel no pressure
Balling, you the heckler, I’m loaded like a weapon
We in on our fake friends, we in over seven 
That Versace overlapping, problems in my vein
You can tell it when I’m repping, when I’m home I’m like the enemy
Nigga pop me once you better finish me
Do your Jesus on, feeling like the trinity 
The sickness, I got it, ain’t no remedy 
I’m the seller, you the buyer, I’m the reason you retire
Nigga gassed up, I leave him to the fire
You clown nigga

I’m from the town with no lames
I’m from the town with no lames allowed
We out here
I want it
I want it
I want it
I want it

Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Never saying that they like me
Never saying that they like me
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes

Open up your eyes, never seen the enlightenment
Chris here, with the neck, yeah, setting price here
Hitting this, nigga, watch me pull up in that condo
My lifestyle wild and I growl through the jungle
Chill in Acapulco, the fucking weather is beautiful
I’ve got a couple shooters, there’s nothing I couldn’t do to you
Here’s for the marble and concrete
Here’s for the marble and concrete
Here’s for the marble and concrete 
And even when I leave town, got my team a whole suite
You know me, it’s where we level with the retched