You know how we do Roc-a-Fella... forever... You can catch me. skatin through your town puttin it down y'all relatin. No waitin I'll make your block infrared hot I'm like Satan. Y'all feel a nigga's struggle y'all think a nigga love to. hustle behind the wheel tryin to escape my trouble. kids stop they greetin me I'm talkin sweet to keys. Cursin the very God that bought this wreath to be. My life is based on sacrifices jewels like ices. and fools that think I slip you fuck around. you get your guys hit they built me to be filthy. on some I-do-or-die shit for real. The price of leather's got me deeper than ever and. just think with this here I'm tryin to feel made nig-ga. Politics as us-ual... I took my. Frito to Tito in the district blessed me with some. VS somethins I can live with stop frontin. And for the dough I raise gotta get shit appraised. No disrespect to you make sure you word is true. I'm takin wages down in Vegas just in case Tyson. have a major night off that's clean money the tax write-off. You ain't seen money in your life when it. comes to this cheese y'all like Three Blind Mice. A smokin bro who pump Willie Ike spokes. The furthest you Chiles been is the Pocanos. My portfolio reads: leads to Don Corleone nigga please. Ten year feleon heavy on the wrist our face used. with the diamond blooded Jesus and blind your face. youse for life... sharight Jigga I keep it tight nig-ga. Politics as us-ual.... You feel my triumph never feel my pain I'm lyin. Low in the leather Zion the best that's ever came. The game changes like my mind just ain't right. We 'gwan get this dough I guess it ain't your night. Suckin me in like a vacumn I remember. tellin my family I'll be back soon that was December. Eighty-five and Jay-Z rise ten years later. got me wise still can't break my underworld ties. I wear black a lot in the Ac' act a lot. Got matchin VCR's a huge Magnavox. to nitch green like spinach pop wines that's vintage. It's a lot of big money in my sentence. Hittin towards a mil' lip a written I kill like that. chick faked me one-two cat yeah I do dat. Ain't no stoppin the champagne from poppin. the drawers from droppin the law from watchin I hate em.