im just sitting back like a drug lord coutin my dough
fasho its more than enough,but im greedy ya know
sometimes i sit there and think of how i came up
from some homeless nigga to showin niggas whats up
by selling that grass and getting green in return
told moms i was lawn mowin and money was to earn
then i just wanted sellin that shit by the pounds
that real shit that fuck you up before the first round
then that white powder stuff just came into effect
that was one thing most niggas couldnt reject
i was selling that shit like crazy,none went past me
when i stepped out from measurin people thought i was ashy
got wit the big boys and started trasportation around the world
gettin measmorising shit for my wife and pearls for my baby girl
but life wasnt glamorous,ive been in way too many drug wars
i got the scars to prove it, body full of wounds wit so many sores
no moral to this story,its just the life of a empire born from stich
but if you learn anything today ya better suceed or die trying to become rich