Angel on the hood, the hustler that could from bad make good, from one make dual,
From that make plural multiple quadruple
Lamborghinis revving in the warehouse in neutral
Music been fruitful, can't complain but for sure
It's some suck ass niggas in the gang can't put change
On everybody, you get fucked up when you get sloppy
After this watch niggas cop it, try to, before all hell is shut
Probably caught falling in a baby hammer
Duck tail spoiler, with the radar scanner
She bought me a new tracksuit every day I stayed with her in Atlanta
So I left her with a handful, sorry baby girl I gotta scramblе
You know how your mans do
"Damn! What's the matter? Bergеn's taking the Testarossa"
Ayo, German engine in the car, big joints on stuffed cigars
No luck, this glory to God, nah, this ain't no overnight shit
I been grinding hella hard, turned up into a nice flip
Fucked up life, had me stuck in a tight grip
Battling vices, taking L's like the dice trick flight risk
Now it's twice the rent for my Nike kicks
On planes, high as a kite, jet lag, bitch
Lately life's lit, can't complain, I see no comp
All these niggas is playing, been speeding in my lane
Married the game, never broke a promise I need a boatload of dollars
Hopping out 'Rrari like Philip Michael Thomas or Collins
Fuck college made commons over my street knowledge
Everybody eats, now we on shit brick by brick, I built this
Now pricks wanna be partners, fuck outta here
"After I pick up Acosta and meet Levesque, we go to the drop
How are you gonna give us the location?
There's no way I'll be able to do that Acosta's Colombian, he doesn't trust Anglos it has to be Me"