See even in my dreams I was goin' hard,
In a Tesla catch me beamin' down the blvd,
But first things first need that cake & a Raw,
So I wake up & I shape up in my Polo draws.
Before I hit the shower, gotta throw the chain on,
The sunshine through my window let me know that all the rain's gone,
Find me up on twitter re-mind that my game strong,
Cause this glimmer on my neck remindin' me that all the pain gone,
I hear this cheese sayin' "let's take a me day" ,
Always gotta listen to what the OG say...
Showered and brushed, Need like a gallon of kush,
So I guess I'ma have to break a pre-weigh.
This race is a relay, my rap is the outlet,
Comin' Out The Projects but we still ain't out yet...
More gas than Auschwitz, but you ain't bout it,
You can tell I'm the boss just by the label on my outfit...
So part two, All these threads to sort through,
Polo on my socks to match my horse shoes,
Shirt by versace, Got the pockets to cop cheese,
So I can't leave the house unless a quart true.
And that's so truth, I got a short fuse,
So i hit the shack to cop a pack to cut loose,
Got a bottle of act right, full throttle to sat-light,
So I spark a jay and hit it till it's obtuse.
& it's fun to, when you're the one who,
Always turnin' heads when you come through,
They sample my biz , Try jackin' the kid,
But I'm Back To The Crib to hit the drum booth...

"Excuse me, step out the booth please,
I need to see that ID in a two-piece..."
I'm like dude geez, you soundin' goofy!
How the fuck you even think you tryna do me?
I mean usua-ly, I'd go Bruce Lee,
I mean I aim at piggie pictures when I shoot skeet...
But he must've been mad-from my clever reaction,
Cause backup came in 3's down a foot street.
Fuckin' with my high, i get no peace,
Just another day of duckin' from the police,
Cause for these show seats, I see his hoes knees,
Guess he'll have to find out hard about that cold beef...
So hopefully, they let me roll free,
Cause the work's already stashed up in that dope freeze,
But they grabbin' my cash, I take a flash of the madness,
Cause at the crib Gr!ppy's got just what you gon' need...
Whatchu' need?

So I'm-
Finished up my business, time to hit the function,
See how many bitches need a one night husband,
Shinin without sunlight feel me buzzin',
Grind to get my funds-right free-ly stuntin' ..
This Ganj-a-smooth, at this rendezvous,
These ladies don't want you and your one-eye-view,
Yo I remember these dudes, that's the one I knew,
When I was in the cage pushing shut-eye through...
Well look who it is, the bluest of the pigs,
Come to get revenge on the hooligan kid,
They abusing a bid, the truth is a fib,
I knew I shoulda stayed snoozin' back at the crib...

Moral of the track, dont fuck with 5-0,
One hand got a stack the other got the bible,
Don't be afraid to pass if it means survi-val,
Cause back-at-the crib just the facts are liable...