Where the dope at, in my dope sack
I’m from the city where they know it ain’t no hope at
Getting dirty money, I ain’t worried where the soap at
Looking for the money, found the money, I got low jack
Lost some niggas but I know they still watching
Headed for the top anything else’s not an option
Caution, move cool, I’ve been through some shit
Now I’m hard like the stuff that you move through your bricks
Haha, young rocker, bay area hoffer
Solid in these streets where they sing like Sinatra
Put it in your girl make her holler like an opera
Rose bubble bath, convict mobster

[Hook]
Hey, black car, black card, black shades
Top there, I done thinking bout my block days
I done lost some loved ones and shared some tears
But they clap for me, I’m still here
Clap for me, clap for me, clap for me, I’m still here
Clap for me, clap for me, clap for me, I’m still here

First nigga with a benz and a backpack
Got alone for about 10 then I stacked that
But that’s that, where the motherfucking cash at
And back in the hood, where the hoes had ass that
And fuck ass cap, them niggas can’t have jack
For the labels that didn’t sign me, can kiss my ass crack
I’m the incredible, my balls got federal, agents man, cause I’m fragrant
Tat myself, got a phone in the basement
Game need change, said they looking for replacement
Ah, when I’m in the hood, they know it’s all good
They know I hold it down like a young nigga should

[Hook]
Hey, black car, black card, black shades
Top there, I done thinking bout my block days
I done lost some loved ones and shared some tears
But they clap for me, I’m still here
Clap for me, clap for me, clap for me, I’m still here
Clap for me, clap for me, clap for me, I’m still here

Look, somehow, someway, my people gotta make it out the ghetto one day
Drug sales and gun play on the one way
Nigga slide through, leave them holy like Sunday, amen
That’s why I keep a bad bitch in that great benz
I ain’t tryina see the mortuary or the state pen
Why these clown niggas claiming that they made him
If you made one, motherfucker go and make 10
Black card game, full of made men, 101 north to the fucking interstate 10
Clap for me, kid is amazing, came a long way from begging work at the day’s inn.

[Hook]
Hey, black car, black card, black shades
Top there, I done thinking bout my block days
I done lost some loved ones and shared some tears
But they clap for me, I’m still here
Clap for me, clap for me, clap for me, I’m still here
Clap for me, clap for me, clap for me, I’m still here.