Now will there ever be a day that my niggas won't ride for me? For me?

Nah, nah, nah

And will there ever be a day that your bitch won't slide with me? Homie?

Nah, nah, nah

And will it ever be a day that your hands ain't up when a nigga on stage

I been rolling up haze in the studio for days just to work for a wage

Now I'm on, fucking paid in this motherfucker

Who got a hit just like this? And got heart and rich like this?

Never failed, 20 years and he still got grip like this

And got kids with a super hot bitch like this

You spending time tryna get like this

I wrote a script like this, I'm on some shit like

I'm at home on the track, nigga, this my shit

Try to spit my clip, you might get hit and divided

Uh, kill shit, I'ma talk about it

Laid out with the chalk around him

Came back as kings, came back with rings

What if we fall? I never thought about it, nigga

Gunfire, gunfire, nah, nah, nah

Run at yah, run at yah, nah, nah, nah

We come for yah, come for yah, nah, nah, nah

Set fire to my enemies

Fuck a rasclaat, or a enemy

Me got a few chains worth a hundred kis

Them say they waan romp, me say, "Pussy, please"

Pussy boy never worried me

My clips up on the streets

Nuh call the police pon me

A hundred keys in these streets

Pussy boy, no wan romp with me

Uh, kill shit, I'ma talk about it

Laid it out with the chalk around him

Came back as kings, came back with rings

What if we fall? I never thought about it, nigga

How you spell C.E.O.? D.R.E

What a nigga dream he could try to be

Uh, even though I'm from a place where

Niggas got TECs, don't mean technology

Grew up 'round Blood niggas, real camaraderie

Plus Crip niggas on the other side of me

But I'm the only nigga that I ever tried to be

Winner never sins, you know these niggas tired of me

Not to it if you want crap shooting in your home

Where a nigga came from, my life changed

'Cause a nigga made hits while my homies flipped bricks

Lot of them ain't here, can't complain

Tried to survive 9 to the 5

You ain't alive if you ain't not willing to die

The lower the low, the higher the high

Do or you don't, you fall or you fly

I mean you ride or die, nigga

Uh, kill shit, I'ma talk about it

Laid out with the chalk around him

Came back as kings, came back with rings

What if we fall? I never thought about it, nigga

Gunfire, gunfire, nah, nah, nah

Run at yah, run at yah, nah, nah, nah

We come for yah, come for yah, nah, nah, nah

Set fire to my enemies

Fuck a rasclaat, those our enemies

Mi got a few chains worth a hundred keys

Them say they waan ride, mi say, "Pussy, please"

Pussy boy never worried me

My clips up on hundred streets

Nuh call the police pon me

A hundred keys in these streets

Pussy boy, now I walk with weed