[Intro: Sample & Left Lane Didon]
I say to all of you, I have been treated this day with no respect
I've earned you all money. I've made you rich, and I asked for little
Good
You will not give? I'll take!
Left Lane, uh
Peep

[Verse 1: Left Lane Didon & Jay NiCE]
I'm a player of the highest order
N***a, my grind enormous, tend to the money trees like the brightest florist
Neighborhood know who supply the order
I'm in Laredo with my ese, negotiatin' beside the border
Night ended when the day began
My baby dump'll lay you flat on the shelf if he display the can
By God's grace, I escaped the hand
To let my verse give birth to the nations like Father Abraham
They say it's prickle, but I say it's flam
My custies fickle, they ain't payin' n'an if they don't get the flamest grams
Every day the money changin' hands
My little cousin got a dub in VA and never changed the plan
And he a dime in, the odds is real
He love pain cause that love shit is hard to feel
I feel his pain 'cause I sat in the darkest cell
And wrote pain in Delaware tiers, pods and jails, I'm ill
I swear [?]' death scarred me, dog, shit
Now my little brother got the cartridge on, we here
Like "See homie with his posture on?
He hated me in 8th grade, I had the goggles on"
Damn
Like [?] Puff and Ma$e, count coming soon
So we puff the ace, when they cut the halogens we gon' fluff the safe (Immobiliare)
Ain't nice, ain't nothing safe
[Verse 2: Jay NiCE & Sample]
Cut the tape, cover his face, we want the safe
I don't know why these n***as is even rappin', slugs
All these actors and rats, I'm 'bout to trap 'em, slugs
I'll have your friends askin' questions like "What happened, cuz?"
Just know we ever have a grudge? I'm coming after blood
Just like Dracula does, my accountants adding up
And we subtractin' the scrubs that ain't ever had no love
For a n***a, for my team, Lord forgive 'em
Kept my distance, quarantined, formed a prison
In my mind I rewind, I really seen bricks
Stepped on white squares, we gave it that Billie Jean kick
Privately kill these geeks with the grip
Or I could flip and just blaze you on cam, I really mean that
Baggin' up to Reject 2
Thinking me and Con can relate, I'm a reject, too
We fresh, new, dropping VVS jewels
I never move for BS, I tell the BS, "Move" (Immobilaire)

[Verse 3: Conway the Machine]
Lil G keep his hammer tucked (He got it)
Uh, I green light it, he gon' blam you up (You know what's up, n***a)
N***as gotta understand what I'm 'bout
Choppers in the trap in case the jackers ran through my house (Uh)
I'm treated like a king when I land in the South
30 bottles, let my shooters all stand on the couch (Whoo)
Still get my hands on a thousand grams in a drought
Million dollar man, drop your stuffed bands in your mouth, whoa (Hahahaha)
They love me like Cam when I'm out in Carolina
I could have my dog cancel you out (Finish it, n***a)
Uh, tap dance on that brick (Huh)
Let it dry, then bag it up in zips
Where I'm from, they got drums on the sticks (Brrrrrt)
OGs dressin' like bums, but they rich (Facts)
When I come, I'ma come with the fifth (Huh)
Dump it 'til it sit back and ain't nothin' in the clip, oh