[Verse 1]
Niggas pistol popping like it's 1999
I was 9 maybe 10, then again never mind
Press rewind, back in time before rappers dropping dimes
Trap or die, choppin' pies with cliche's all in they rhymes
Now it's Gucci, Prada and anything designer
Money, power, the whole [bad word]  dollas, the greens and the guava
They serve you to your flocka if you disrespect that blocka, blocka
Choppas on eaves droppers, [bad word] these choppas I’m about it
Grindin' like 2Pac with Biggie Poppa, yeah you outer but I’m hotter (right)
Car jacking, pistol packing, [bad word]  choppers clapping
Metal jacket automatic magazines head on traffic
Window smashing, windows crashing, pants sagging, [bad word] your fashion
Yeah a [bad [bad word] Manhattan, back in Cali's where it happen
It's Gucci, Escada, and anything designer
Groupies, poppers they all gonna swallow
It was probably the robbers
The goons and the goblins.
They hating a lot, medulla oblongata

[Verse 2]
Maserati like Atari with no car keys push to start it
New Bugatti, 2 Bugatti's, Testarossa, new Ferrari
Lamborghini, system bumping, me no warried, Rastafari
This the hardest supersonic, systematic, too retarded
New Versace, new apartment, bigger closet, newer carpet
Hit departments, cool it all, must set my goal if you [bad word] Shoot a target cause you the target, moving targets, new [bad word] Kill the game but still regardless, beat the charges, do the honors