Can′t bury you with your money

Can't bury you with your bitch

Born alone, die aloneYeah, yeah

Yeah, burn the whole place down

No more foul plays

Housin′ mentality, shoot 'em down days

Goin' out of town with a couple of pound plays

Always the one you call your friend but then his style changed

Hard time for non-violent crimes, that′s a outrage

We need a meetin′

Money and fame is fleetin'

You never really know the reason why two people is beefin′

Bloody murder

In the '80s he had suede Louis seats in the ′burban

Did dirty, his sentence start turnin'

Look at life, took advice from the streets of Vernon

Nothing Nice, John Boy Ice, his death undetermined

Pick an island anywhere for your happy solar returning

When I′m gone, I pray my family don't get the cash and burn it

To the floor

Black 4's laced up

Galactica glaciers, 88 karats, immaculate paystubs

Them niggas do a crime, I drop a rhyme, it′s the same rush

And they been sending shots a nigga way, but they ain′t struck

Can't fuck with me

I been outside

Since a buck 50 was the only way to get your face done

Doggystyle CD turn that "Murder Was the Case" up

Thinkin′ when I drop my first shit I'm leavin′ they face scrunched

Black from the dark side of Vernon draws from the dime block

They had it clicking but today, it's some new slimes out

Instagram trickin′ the hood, what they crying 'bout?

Petty crimes, bitches and money, that's what they lyin′ ′bout

Niggas ain't tellin′ the truth enough

No, uh-uh, no

Y'all don′t look like the truth to us

Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain′t shit to the kid, whoa

Niggas ain't tellin' the truth enough

No, no, nigga

Y′all don′t look like the truth to us

Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain′t shit to the kid, whoa

Now you got your marching orders

This shit will make your mouth water

Like food grilled with wood chips

Woolrich, button-up flannel

Lookin' wolfish my hair wolfin′

Central bookings, simple lessons

One foot on the curb, one foot in the Lexus

My style is eclectic

Eat you pussies for breakfast

Then I offer refreshments

Look all that fly shit y'all harpin′ on

They'll take a watch from your arm

And cops do nothing about it that's what′s goin′ on

Many changes, more racists

When I was tourin' the nation with warrants on probation

I was a small kid amazed with the thought one day I′d be banking

IV from drinkin'

Poppy to Abu Dhabi

Prolly polly with Saudis

Crank the engine on a ′74 Chevy Chevelle

Shawty friend is a snake

I told her her bestie ain't real

You gotta watch that

As the lobster crack, I spray the Baccarat

Your reputation, you can′t clean that shit up at no laundromat, sucka

See somebody has to say it, the boys still ain't graduated

I must say they cap the greatest (be real)

My team is mature, the bags are secured

Surrounded by addicts addicted to having more

Niggas ain't tellin′ the truth enough

No, uh-uh, no

Y′all don't look like the truth to us

Hype off that lil′ dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, whoa

Niggas ain′t tellin' the truth enough

No, no, nigga

Y′all don't look like the truth to us

Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain′t shit to the kid, whoa