[Intro]
You know, This just some real [bad word] [bad word]  a real [bad word] story
You know what I'm saying?

(Hook)
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rarri
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

[Verse 1: Future]
Got a Panamera round a young [bad word] neck

Got a young [bad word] pulling up in a vet
Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of 
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check [bad word] [bad word] get money, [bad word] get that
Roll a blunt of chronic, [bad word] sell a lot of crack
You can hit a [bad word] line, order what you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk
50,000 on yo watch, young [bad word] splurge
Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of [bad word] Keep a young [bad word] workin' that'll bust a k
I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday

(Hook)

[Verse 2: Future]
Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider
Young [bad word] play with keys, like a type writer
Al Capone, John Gotti was a [bad word] idol
I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible
In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle [bad word] where you at, [bad word] we go pull up on ya
Young [bad word] looking like Janet in the 80's
We was grinding up from a tube and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of [bad word] Send it over from Lil Mexico & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt

(Hook)

[Verse 3: Casino]
Hol' up sir, you in my Rari
Money like Im Frank Matthews
Killers around me like I'm Gotti
If I tricked you, know Im sorry
I be fresh dont need no stylist
I be geeking on them mollies
Sell remix dont sell no cleans
My hand like a triple beam
I got workers like machine
All I do is sell dreams
Have my niggas serve fiends
I get up and then I lean

(Hook)