Yo, don't get scared just be prepared for the worst
The streets coerced my mind with crime
My nine bust shots and outbursts
Through you back outcha thinker
And show these crab nikkas the power of the finger
Quran, you wouldn't believe the shyt I fell upon
It was me and Havoc sippin' on Moet Chandon
I went outside to drain my main vein for some relief
Found a backpack full of G notes
And like a thief, I snatched it up
Back at the crib I stashed it up
Waited two days and started spendin' it fast as fukk
Straight up splurgin'
Open like a virgin with her first piece of dikk, 10 yards ain't shyt
I blessed all the gods with thousands and cars
No more hustlin', now we can open up bars
To wash all this money clean
nikka, it's the American dream, but it ain't as easy as it seems
‘Cause now these mob nikkas looking for they cream
And word got back through this fiend that it was me
Who stole they lucci
Now they putting out hits tryin' to shoot me
But I'm out in L.A. on the low livin' Gucci
And lavish, they tryin' to take they money back
It's two to they cabbage, Quran, what's the haps, kid?
the goat feature killer yall