running like jackie joyner-kersee knocking shit off of my list to do
tell 'em to use the words off of my interludes
nigga we wanted to prosper
creflo dollar with my hustle dog
collection plate would pass around for hours tryna take it all
keep us in his grace and never let us fall
my destiny was manifested before i was ever born
fighting with my demons tryna kill 'em off
i'll aim the bitch and let it off
smoke an ounce of something loud
i dumbed it down for simpletons
i copped a whip and fixed the tint
get rich or die like 50 cent
go get a lens and film me from my introduction to the fucking night end
nigga we rolling what we want
that's just for recreation
living inside a motherfucking bubble
feeling like niggas better respect me or else
said if you want this shit done right you better do it yourself
i'm flying from the top rope
i'm coming right for your belt
ain't worried about if it fit
you was looking like you need help
said nigga we was planning and cultivating all this shit for ourselves
it's dope i hope that it sells
looking a like my pockets
nigga we turned on the faucets to get it straight from the well
said that we flowing like water
your weapons formed never prosper
organized like old school mobsters
teamsters and dreamsters fiending for cream