Burn a half a pound in my suitePull the room down, no white mold on my leafOutta town, they four-grand eachLet this work speak for me, wrist cold as the streetsRemember in December back in two-thousand-and-threeWhen they handed me a hundred-thousand dollars for some weedIt was me, Nice, Black, and FeeSauce in the back, breaking down sweetsMy heart's cold, too many had to leaveIt's hard to fall asleepWe talk often in my dreamsI want you here, I don't care if you're lookin' downThey smell the purple piss everytime I pull aroundReal city boy, they love your boy in the townHouston, Atlanta, now I'm Vegas boundMoney in my carry-on, fuck it thoughThey can pull me off the plane and try to run up in my homeYou know I stay ready, knowin' where my daughter sleepsThese dudes crying broke, really, they don't wanna eatI took a hundred P's, sold it in a half hourPull ten pounds off one plant, it's sourReal dope boy, Berner'll never switchedOT, tryna sweat a bitchCookie man, full of dead presidentsRidin' with a cannon big enough to kill an elephantThis the life we choseLong nights, pretty hoesHard white, outdoor for the lowCash out, re-up, let em' goThey talkin' crazy on my telephoneThis the way we liveCrazy all the shit we didTripple wrap each one right before we shipWhy they catch em' and they let em go?They talkin' crazy on my telephoneMan, I just made four-milPull down, indoor, grow room, sell the whole fieldIn October, I sent trucks up the hillLet em' go for sixteen, give a fuck how you feelUh, yeah, I'm done playin' with the mailIn California, they're for sellIf you send em' and you fail, who you blaming?How many folders is my name in?I'm duckin' D.E.A. agents while we high-sidin'Float around in foreign vehiclesBack to back Euro shit, I got a whole fleet of em'Three-hundred pounds in L.A., shit, I'm leavin' em'With B-Real, I'll pick up the money in a week or twoThis the shit kings doI promise all my stones' flawlessI got rich from marijuana productsIn the grill, choppin' game with Jamaican farmersPrayin' it don't rain, I'm waitin' for my harvestThis the life we choseLong nights, pretty hoesHard white, outdoor for the lowCash out, re-up, let em' goThey talkin' crazy on my telephoneThis the way we liveCrazy all the shit we didTripple wrap each one right before we shipWhy they catch em' and they let em go?They talkin' crazy on my telephone
