my whole hood rollin' right behind me
back syrup got me leanin'
fat swisher while I'm singin'
You know the rest, homie,
Sticky dope, put a hole in your chest,
rep the code to the death
I'm a fully loaded rockstar
Uzi keeps shooting at you,
Louis V, Huey P, Mutant, the oxy pill,
nigga, I was in the cotton field
Now I'm about to clock a mil
Presidential rollie shit with that Baraka pill
I ball and kick it like I'm on
niggas countin' dollar bill
And I keep a loaded chopper
Cause to be the murder rap,
Ha, leave you leanin' like
Million dollar story, ho,
In a coupe with the seats back
If you ain't got your money,
I got my whole hood rollin'
Diamonds in the backpack,
swishin' while I'm singin'
and some crazy -ass white dudes
rappers think they ice -cubed
I'ma call you high school, I ain't cool
True or false, before your al bum dropped
that's as foolish as a Jewish cross
You won't even believe it,
I recall eatin' a surf sandwich
Still managed to do my dirt,
I learn Spanish, I be lyin'
If I say the money made the hurt vanish
But it helps when these hoes
Still love black women, fuck John Mayer
I got a white girl, fat ass blonde hair
We make good music every time I
Kanye 'er I hood rollin' right behind
In a coupe with the seats back
But if you ain't got your money up,
sack syrup got me leanin'
Rollin' up a fat -fat swisher
Yeah, and the beat goes on
No sleep, been in the streets so long
Mama call me like, please go home
Ma, I need to get these C notes on
See, I'm all about action and less hopin'
Bet ter die with my Smith
life was a heifer when I left her
C .O .B. till I die, my nigga, soot, soot
But for now, I lift flies to ski the airman
Ironic, a stand -up nigga,
Got hood rollin' right behind me
In the coupe with the seats back
If you ain't got your money,
Diamonds in the backpack,
swish it while I'm singin'