Intro

All you niggas days is numbered

I'm speeding past niggas Days of Thunder

Tom Cruise Been bombin' crews since

The pager numbers

Lumber Jack brown tats started jackin

With the gold up under

A d**e boy without selling d**e

Money to color Cuban coke

Cuban chains and gold ropes

Black flags black

Triple gold dating spokes

Triple stacks

Rubber band my stacks is dough

This is old money from '94

Buckets no bench seats when I roll

I roll my windows down and turn the music up

Hit the switch and drop it low

808s and tons of low end

And light another one

This made the smoke end

Don't hop yo a** in if you ain't down roll in

Cause they don't understand the shining light

They can't understand this kind of life

When you sitting clean behind halogen lights

Start throwing hollows out of spite

Trying to take your life

I came from the wrong side of the tracks

Trying to make it right

When they turn white to green

Young niggas turn to fiends at 15

Wiggled out

Shooting AR-15s and Glock nines

Bullet holes in every stop sign

Ignore cop signs if they kill one of us

Then a cop dying

Drop top riding middle finger to the wind

And I keep popping iron to all my niggas win

And every ni**a with me sittin on gold rim

Been wanting that since Maximums with

The gold trim

My dog's been in all gold before the

Dead stop

Jordan 10s on

Turned on to all of that before the age of 10

Fluffy leaves on the green stem getting rolled up

A ni**a come from another city

He get fold up

And girls with they nose up

Acting like they ain't slut

White boys get they nose stuffed

With that pure uncut

Man this world where I'm living at

That's why I rap through

These songs down to my fifty cap

That's why I rap through

These songs down to my fifty cap

To my fifty cap