Come on let's get it. Ya nigga my album comin'. Dreams worth more than money nigga. This mother fuckin' summer. I been gettin' so much mofuckin' money nigga. Fuckin' all these bitches. I think I done took a year off. Still snappin' though. A lot of niggas fallin' off. We ain't doing nothin' but gettin' stronger nigga. New deals new money double M G Dreamchaser. Let's get it. My man got booked with a stone of white. If they make his bail a 'mil he coming home tonight. I went from standing on them corners. jumping on them flights. Talking jumping out of Bentleys jumping on them bikes. Middle of the jungle no strap ice on. Niggas pussy in the dark let's turn them lights on. I used to sleep on the same floors the mice on. Now it's Italian marble moon walking like Mike doing. Rest in peace to Mike I rest in peace the mic. I pop a couple percs I drink that Easter Sprite. Its levels to this shit dog you won't believe my life. Peanut butter jelly on a french toast eating right. Champagne gargling everything is marvelous. 62 Maybach I can barely park the shit. Got these rappers scared see em' shaking. like it's Parkinsons. If they said my name they got flamed I'm the arsonist. A man don't eat he gonna starve. a man gonna starve he gonna die. I know that they gonna try that's why. I stay strapped with a brand new mac and it's 45. So when they jump fast better whistle like off-sides. Cause I'm from Philly we'll eat your cheese steak. I told Diddy I ain't walking for no cheesecake. Cause the jeweller making the band with the freeze face. I'm on now I got neighbors like in 3 states. Do it for the vine I ain't gonna do it. Lets talk about the time when I use to go through it. Nappy ass braids with the cold shooters. We was playing with razors. before they had the little scooters. Shit I walked in with my Pumas on you ain't even know it. These a million dollar pair of sneaks nigga. you ain't even know it. Said Reebok dropped Ross we ain't even know it. Cause he went and brought that. Bentley Breitling he ain't even show it. At 21 I wanted to pop a bottle. At 22 I wanted the hottest model. At 23 I wanted the Rolls-Royce. So what you think I did I went and fucking got it. I hit my hood niggas looking fucking sour. They see me rolling and I be like you fucking coward. I just want to ball spending the quarter on y'all. Just take a look at my car you don't remember I starved. I want it all. Back in the day packing the K. All that hate I made that go away. I do you dirty go you back to the A. Put in the verse like that Mac in you face. And Philly nigga I'm mac in the bay. I'm off beat still killing shit. I'm speaking all street still killing shit. Hurricane the first week I still killed the shit. Intro been out like a year and I'm still killing shit