2004

Picture me, a hundred million and counting
I'm running circles in my Christian Louboutin's
I'm steady climbing up the mission, a mountain
I hit your city, we get rich and we bouncing
After seeing all this shit we need counseling
I been road-running ducking the alphabet
Lawyer told me call him, they try to question me
Eat a dick, I don't know nothing but my alphabet
I was getting A's, B's and C's
'Til they introduced me to them quarter Ps
Way back when I was smoking Reggie Weed
Daddy had a shoebox full of quarter keys
Then he hid 100 pounds in my room
I was stuffing ounces up my long sleeve
That's my introduction to the streets
Mama think a nigga staying home? Please
Wasn't no cock-blocking, it was mono-blocking
For the gram, we was Ferragamo shopping
On the block, under-age bottle-popping
Why you pass that? You see my mama watching
Ain't gon' be no killing going on without no killing
Boy you know we hollow-popping
Go get Danny like a 50, he gon fix the cars
You know we ain't autoshopping
50 grand on my little sister room floor
Back 'fore they was photo shopping
Young yummy sandifiers on the block
Way before we heard of jojo-popping
Party hopping rocking jojo watches
Go to Hazel Crest eat that bozo garbage
Back when all of you was GD crazy
Before you threw it up you had to know your knowledge
Bought OG a record player
She done went and put the O'Jays on it
Now that's the type of shit that make a nigga
Miss the old days, don't it?
Drive the coupe like I got road-rage on it
Shit'll make you miss them broke days, don't it?
Shit'll make you wanna go put flowers on your folk's grave, don't it?