[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Woo, ooh!
Most incredible
Yes
Young
Yuh
Woo, ooh!

[Verse 1]
N***as do the tough-guy thing, but the streets know
Then they tryna front on my city like we ain't cooking dope
Murders on the TV screens—what's it good for?
Price tag on my back—what's it hitting for?
Murder rate rising, n***a, over multiplying digits
Thought that was your mans until he went and testified against you
All my n***as co-defendants, all my bitches independent
Realest n***a of the century, whip sitting on twenty-inches
Had to get it from the trenches, give it to my home, n***a
How you sending statements to the States? It be your own n***as
Headshots took off, seats Grey Poupon from jawns that I pooped on
I splash, I don't sing songs
Pimpstro, hit 'em with the pole and make the bed rock
Pill-pop, hit 'em with the soda, make it leglock
Headshot, I remember we was kicking verses
Used to dream of rocking stages, n***a, we was stealing purses
Young Purple (Woo, yeah)
[Spoken]
Now I was talking to my mother one day and she told me
"Boy there are two kinds of people in this world:
The type of people that look, and the type of people that see
Now everybody that sees is looking, ‘cause you can't see without looking
But everybody that looks can't see
And you gotta see, 'cause you gotta see the plays
You gotta make the plays, boy, you gotta make the plays well
You gotta make the plays 'cause the plays ain't gon' make themselves

[Verse 2]
Feets with the Ziploc bags, I got the stash spot
The fiend for the shoe box cash, I picked the padlock
And I fronted your mans that was the past opp
The click blast in front of your mans, you n***as mascots
Murder was the mindstate, boosting up the crime rate
You ain't getting money 'less you see that shit in five states
Crack kills, crime pays, I'm getting to it nine ways
I’m stacking all my hundreds 'till they taller than Le—