Give a nigga leg room,
that's what I said to him
Recognize this face,
we do the peace sign to 'em
Niggas standing and whispering,
I'm like "fuck what they talking"
Stay cool, clutch guns while I'm walking
Hope they stop and duck
while I'm sparking
Duce their mom to
a homicide sergeant
Flaming your apartment,
slug through your carpet
Two bricks of scale,
top shelf in your closet
You ratting on the cartel
which was nonsense
A code of silence,
I feel a bitch should know
If you open your mouth
I feel a bitch should go
Hit the quick vote, okay, slit your throat
Make sure here she's not fit to flow
This the vote, cool, nigga
My fellas, this ain't something
that your bitch should know
If they asking about me,
hey, I kick the flow
It's hit and go, hit the do', hit the dough
Hit the dro, get some mo'
Flip a bird, but I gotta spit some mo'
Sip some Mo' in the 8- 4, yo,
bitch, lay low
Any debts I pay fo', spray fo'
Satisfying the mix with the yayo
And I was locked up on the
8th flo'
I'm walking out the house
while it's bright and early
Just hung up the phone,
[?] is ready to serve me
Gotta meet 'em by the dock,
see, I buy the boatload
Don't trust no niggas,
but my vatos loco
When you're me pistols are
rarely needed
With these prices I'm strictly
business and I mean it
Seven gram a block,
I'm moving seventy in seven days
Got seven distributes in seven
different states
We money mates,
we never break the [?]
We get your tongue froze from
that uncut taste
We millionaire thugs making
exchanges in sway lucks
Poke us in on distribution with
cassettes and drugs
Never ever gunplay, that's for the broke,
I let my mouth teach
Walking with a two point three
in the bag South Beach
Making deals,
spending expensive wheels for thrills
Counting money so late, man,
you gotta pop a pill
Receiving money and load,
copping kilos from boats
Before this,
you know our steelo was strictly cutting [?]
Ex tortion involving bloody
ransom notes
Now it's kingpin folks and hundred
pound cocaine quotes
I could break down a brick
Never *snorting noises* even
though I stay around the shit
Spray around some shit,
bound to get surround your clique
You was looking for respect,
but you found a clip
From the sound, shit,
the fo' pound found your rib
Have to wet your crib so I
can drown your kids
My nigga Jabar who down on a bid
Copped this bitch a Benz to
get around for the kids
Y'all fake hustlers, busters,
I'll cut ya
You signing to who? So fuck ya
Musher when I clutch the bitch boy gutter
Box cutter,
move with every word you utter
A bird bathtub, you cats will puff herb slaps
By 5 pm I've been in
my third [?]
Serving crabs, elevated to birds
Calimate the first,
celebrated then splurged
On iceberg and slow, invite birds
More than nine birds,
you saying the right words
My sight blurred with teflon light [?]
Twenty karat ice work,
Prada shoes, nice shirt
Still know it's a pill strapped,
cock back, kill tracks
Steel bats,
peel windshields back for that crack
Still rap, block niggas feel that, yeah yeah,
Rick Ross 
