I used to hit the kitchen lights
now it's marble floors everywhere
the roof on the coop's gone
Give a fuck what he sold,
Bloodhound for the bread,
These niggas just right, I recollect
I'm Donald Trump in a white
The conversation is money,
You gotta believe, you gotta believe
He ain't never seen them pies
I'm what the streets made me,
a product of my environment
Took what the streets gave me,
product of my environment
it's gon' be a cold summer
Blew the brains out the Chevy,
that's how us young niggas ride
Trap or die, I gave em hope
They waitin' on the sequel
It's clear to see the boy
Jeezy do it for the people
You gotta believe, you gotta believe
Ayy, you ain't never seen them pies
I'm the author of the book
There's a message in my words
Every gram, every verb I spit the truth
Never, a hard head make a soft ass
And hard white'll get you straight cash
You gotta believe, you gotta believe
You ain't never seen them pies