[scratching][Hook: x2](ten thousand, on the wrist for the boss)Now hold up(ten thousand, on the wrist for the boss)Now hold up(ten thousand, on the wrist for the bossTold me take my chain off, let my body defrost)[E.S.G.:]Huh, go on po' you a cupG'eah you's a G mayn, go on throw it upHuh you blowing big mayn, go on smoke it upLook how we walk down here, look how we talk down hereWhen I say swang and bang, I ain't talking bout a Crip or BloodThe way we do our cars, is ridiculousYou call em rags, man we call em dropsY'all call your money qwat, man we call our knotsCall our female bops, don't punch clocks or ride stocksWent to school with my rocks, nothing but money in my lunch boxBigfoot sasquatch, that's how I'm stepping in the gameStep down for a minute, they let the nigga gainNow I'm speaking at the podium, smooth as lenoliumSouthside veteran, paint wetter than petroleumYeah, so watch me do my thangSo go on ride with your boy, if you understand my slang[Hook x2][E.S.G.:]Yeah w orld, guess who's backMight not know me or not, come to the bottom of the mapScrewed Up Click regime, one of the hardest on the teamRange Rovers sporting mean, like bulvarian creamBack in the day me and K, apple green SuburbanTook 36 to 88, like changing Bettis to IrvinTalking OZ's, cause we OG'sLook like a janitor's office, cause my desk full of keysWhole neck's full of B's, want my stash a hundredGot some'ing for you jackers, that'll blast ya ski mask dummyTo the boys that tried to rob me, show me where that spot atI put that on my mama, that's where you gonna ride at[Hook x2][E.S.G.:]Working the wheel keeping it real, down South we call it trillThis one year my dreams fulfilled, no more teams hogging the dealPaying my mills displaying my skills, self defense I had to killHad the car had the crib, way before had the dealStreet credit but popping it still, never been known for popping a pillDream setters that's for real, even Nelly got a grillI never sky dived, they say it's real hard I never climbed a mountain, watch me climb the billboardsCan't go to jail snitches tell, bout every gram you sellSay they love me game is ugly, like Sam CassellIndependent Roger Clemens, better back down trickI heard enough about you kings, let me see if that crown fit[Hook x4]
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Copy to Clipboard: [scratching][Hook: x2](ten thousand, on the wrist for the boss)Now hold up(ten thousand, on the wrist for the boss)Now hold up(ten thousand, on the wrist for the bossTold me take my chain off, let my body defrost)[E.S.G.:]Huh, go on po' you a cupG'eah you's a G mayn, go on throw it upHuh you blowing big mayn, go on smoke it upLook how we walk down here, look how we talk down hereWhen I say swang and bang, I ain't talking bout a Crip or BloodThe way we do our cars, is ridiculousYou call em rags, man we call em dropsY'all call your money qwat, man we call our knotsCall our female bops, don't punch clocks or ride stocksWent to school with my rocks, nothing but money in my lunch boxBigfoot sasquatch, that's how I'm stepping in the gameStep down for a minute, they let the nigga gainNow I'm speaking at the podium, smooth as lenoliumSouthside veteran, paint wetter than petroleumYeah, so watch me do my thangSo go on ride with your boy, if you understand my slang[Hook x2][E.S.G.:]Yeah w orld, guess who's backMight not know me or not, come to the bottom of the mapScrewed Up Click regime, one of the hardest on the teamRange Rovers sporting mean, like bulvarian creamBack in the day me and K, apple green SuburbanTook 36 to 88, like changing Bettis to IrvinTalking OZ's, cause we OG'sLook like a janitor's office, cause my desk full of keysWhole neck's full of B's, want my stash a hundredGot some'ing for you jackers, that'll blast ya ski mask dummyTo the boys that tried to rob me, show me where that spot atI put that on my mama, that's where you gonna ride at[Hook x2][E.S.G.:]Working the wheel keeping it real, down South we call it trillThis one year my dreams fulfilled, no more teams hogging the dealPaying my mills displaying my skills, self defense I had to killHad the car had the crib, way before had the dealStreet credit but popping it still, never been known for popping a pillDream setters that's for real, even Nelly got a grillI never sky dived, they say it's real hard I never climbed a mountain, watch me climb the billboardsCan't go to jail snitches tell, bout every gram you sellSay they love me game is ugly, like Sam CassellIndependent Roger Clemens, better back down trickI heard enough about you kings, let me see if that crown fit[Hook x4]
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