I'm from a place where they die for a dollar bill Some niggas get rich, most niggas just go to jail Niggas in the hood hear this shit and they know it's real Either get life or some dough for the blow you sell Which make me a hard fellow, paint the Benz the color of Carmelo's Sky blue and dark yellow chilling in Palm Meadows Tryna get some M's in my hand Can't see the picture, need to look again and get your camera a lens It's the game, who the fuck let the amateurs win? I hit the wind, time to sin, pick my man up at ten He said "P, get the GT if you damage the Benz It ain't the money, it's respect that make you man of the men" He said dollars is important to niggas I told him holler, let them earn then we extorting them niggas Straight bodies, no slipping, no court for them niggas Suck my dick is the only words I offer them niggas It's a new day and age, when I die throw [?] in my grave And tell my niggas in the cage I wasn't able to save Sometimes the streets get the best out of men, they got a cell for you Crackers tryna stretch out the pen, I go to hell for you See like the eyes on the pyramids We offer niggas death 'cause we see they got fear of it Shoot niggas in the head 'cause it's just an experiment He said he was a thug, they see his blood so they smearing it