[Intro: D'Banj]. Stuttering. Giving 'em rest and making love again. In my best I be the run again. And I have the man dem stuttering. [Hook: D'banj]. I'm getting this nigga in the morning. He gon' think he been chiefing just too long when. He see me in the evening wanna catch all these feeling. Well let me be the first to get mine. [Verse 1: Rakewon]. Barbeque and blow in the back of the crib. Sitting and counting smoking a spliff this shit's a gift. All my niggas watches is rough grabbing our crotches. Yelling "What up? " The jeans cost $500? Fuck. Stop it keep baking see the smell it's a statement. One freeze of this shit you won't feel your legs kid. I'm a gangsta corporate hustla my voice is illustrious. Hounded by vicious dons nigga we armed trust me bruh. They yellin' Chef kill the plate with the cooks. I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on we Common let's Push. Burn another bush then burn another we brothers. Love us or not the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block. Hug a knot staying rich we was built for the guap. Park the green six deuce on the deuce just props. Rock a kilt mean Glock I'm all machinery ock. Cling to me now see how the scenery rock?. [Hook]. I'm getting this nigga in the morning. He gon' think he been chiefing just too long when. He see me in the evening wanna catch all these feeling. Well let me be the first to get mine. [Verse 2: Common]. I was born by a lake chicken shack and a church. That mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt. Gawdly I know she wanna test the 'Rari. Eye on a dollar like Illuminati. Life is foggy tryna see through the mist of it. Could have been livin' it you was Mrs. Mischievous. This is just a letter to better your development. Situation delicate. [Verse 3: Pusha T]. Some claim God body blame Illuminati. All cause his pockets now knotty as his hair. Yeah all Sonny no Cher only solitaires. You clusterfucks could cluster up. On tippy-toe and still not muster up. So it's ashes to ashes dust to dust. In God we trust the game is all us. 'til the sky calls or it's flames on us Push. [Hook]. I'm getting this nigga in the morning. He gon' think he been chiefing just too long when. He see me in the evening wanna catch all these feeling. Well let me be the first to get mine. [Verse 4: 2 Chainz]. 2 Chainz. I'm chillin' in my camo flippin' through the channel. On my GOOD Music shit my logo's a Lambo. Four doors of ammo ammunition I'm pitching. To make your body switch another position. [Verse 5: CyHi Da Prince]. I hope the people is listening I could never sell my soul. I gave it back to God at my christening. It's tickelin' when I hear what haters be whisperin'. What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?. Fake friends and siblings. Like to wish you well but ain't never flip the nickel in. Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this race car. But you can't spell war without an A-R. 15 I was pushing carts at K-Mart. By 21 they said I'd be inside a graveyard. Can't wait to get that black American Express. So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race card. [Break: Kid Cudi and Kanye West]. Yeah you feelin' on top now getting that money nigga?. (You sold your soul). Yeah you feelin' on top now getting that money nigga?. (You sold your soul). Yeah you feelin' on top now getting that money nigga?. (Naw man mad people was frontin'. Aw man made something from nothing). [Outro: Kanye West]. I treat the label like money from my shows. GOOD woulda been God except I added more O's. If I knew she was cheatin' and still bought her more clothes. It's cause I was too busy with my Baltimore you know. Some people call that the art of war you know. I guess it depends what you fallin' for the clothes?. Cars money girls and the clothes. Aw money you sold your soul. Nah man mad people was frontin'. Goddamn we made something from nothing