(Intro)
You see,
Every hustler gotta story to tell,
I know I do,
You see everybody think they got what it take to make it,
lot of niggas won't make it, huh we made it,
It's that rich gang [bad word]  that YMCMB [bad word] 
That get rich or get wealthy [bad word] 
Ain’t no other option for the mob [bad word] 
Lil' [bad word] doe,

(Verse: 1)
Now I'm clutching on my toast,
While I'm ridin' in my ghost and I'm puffing Cali smoke
While I'm headed to the boat,
Got two bad chicks with me I'm bout to [bad word] 'em both
I remember when I was broke man I couldn't [bad word] a ho,
YMCMB dog you know I took a oath,
I'm getting bread by the loaf and I get greeted like a pope,
That Louie V purse ain't the only thing she toke,
So you better use caution when you approach,
Stay in line [bad word] ain't no need to encroach,
Break your legs player and have [bad word] to your coach,
I need to feel some fingers since God got a hand,
And what's a calender when they say God's got a plan,
I already know what's part of your tradition and it's part of your religion,
When you brought up in conditions that's considered hard to live in,
So you're addicted to the paper,
And I ain't treach homie, but I'm naughty by nature,
And niggas try to erase you like you was born a mistake,
And haters be like slow down on the gas, pump your brakes,
Them niggas that are fake I leave them floating up a lake,
Mow the lawn for the snakes, set a trap for the mice,
I've been heavy on the dice,
I only sleep on my flights,
My baby needs shoes, and my momma need lights
And my hommie got life, man in jail he got left,
So he lost all his rights,
Now all I could do was just write,
Tell him that he ain't dead yet,
He can live through me, and back to this crazy world,
He can give through me, [bad word] the world if they can't adjust, I'mma keep flossing,
And since life is a marathon, [bad word] it for Boston,
I'm in the garden, bumping up the best of Marvin,
Food for thought for you niggas starving,
Up until then, I'mma be duckin' behind the project buildin',
Smoking that fire we with the ghetto children,
Plotting on a way that we can make a million, million, lord
Up until then, I'mma be duckin' behind the project buildin',
Smoking that fire we with the ghetto children,
Plotting on a way that we can make a million, million, lord
Up until then
Up until then
Up until then, lord
Up until then
Up until then
Up until then, lord