It feels good, I ain’t never slowin’ down
You up in my crib, and I smile that’s a crown
Came up from the bottom, now they love the sound
Pushin’ big diamonds, I been holdin’ my crown (BandPlay)
Ay, smokin’ 600 flames on the P.J. lines on my trail, so I really don’t be on the freeway
Never cared for how the heat shade she say, check my account, saw them bitches say he paid
Come from 600, but he triple D made, all she want me, she know this ain’t healin’
Said I wouldn’t do it, might go cop a G-Tank, pull up and stunt while they whisper why he came
I go ballistic, too rich to offend me, it’s wet on the street if them boys tryna get me
It’s cool, they can move how they like, but it’s risky, they bitch on me in every city
These niggas is P.I.’s boy and they pissy, P-P-P, that’s when they was the rich
Go ask ’bout the city, 600 to 60, and heaven, you might as well say we the biggest
I done killed everything God in my way, from depression and lies and ’em fuck niggas hate
Had to cut niggas off, most ’em niggas was shaky and broken, I put bread on every hand
Shit, I stick out Rastas with balls on ’em hand, tell the stacks and my partners, “Who gone in that can?”
These fucks swear they can’t stop us, we stuck to the plan, we be eatin’, e’rybody gone eatin’ the clown
Yeah, I know how it feel, yeah, I know how it go, when you shot to the sky but you came from the floor
Coulda made more but I split with the bro, I just tip for my bitch, I’m so cool on the ho
Life be so lean, you don’t even wanna sleep, chair roll so hard, you don’t e’en wanna blink
My car and a coat, this a hood nigga mink, when you really the way, you can’t fit in a seat
I just kept rappin’ they weren’t showin’ love, fucked all them hos I’m gon’ go to the club
Brody back in the hood, he ran off on the plug, it wasn’t all love for me got this shit out the mud
You know it’s hard for a nigga try and get up the slope, made back through the hood, I’m just givin’ ’em hope
Heard that my daddy got caught on the dope, it’s fucked up that I’m sellin’ this dope tryna cope
I live right off a playa and hop right in a coupe, with like 80 some K in this bitch it’s acute
Fuck up that pay tryna do what I do, I just throw ball to play in the Earth so ooh
Fuck from the hood, I’m somewhere in the hills, no one can pray how a young nigga live
300K in a day, I gave my ho the chills, I done fucked up that pay tryna run up some Ms
It feels good, I ain’t never slowin’ down
You up in my crib, and I smile that’s a crown
Came up from the bottom, now they love the sound
Pushin’ big diamonds, I been holdin’ my crown (let the band play)