[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Rest in peace, homie
Lil Mike, let's go
I put on (ay Cliff)
I put on (yeah, "The Recession" on the way)
I put on (ay Young)
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
The Recession on the way, hey, but on another note
A lot of sounding like Young, tell 'em register to quote
See I rolled them back-to-back like I'm registered to smoke
Yeah I got it on me now but I ain't registered to tote
I put on for my city and I bought a blue -ghini
Goddamn you just missed me, should've saw me, should've seen me
Do me a favor: see them haters tell 'em picture me rolling
Same time watch them Feds take a pic of me rolling
Got a phone call from 'Ye, put my -libs on his song
Sold 3 million records, goddamn I put 'em on
I put on for my city yeah billboards everywhere
See me before your flight land, see me before your bag claim
Re-up in my city, man you better check your bags, man
Shouts out to the Eastside, yeah they play them bag games
Southside boys will fly to your home, yeah they play them tag games
Can't forget that Westside, yeah they play them mask games
How you forget the Northside? Don't know I stay high as hell
87 stickers too, y'all know I stay fly as hell
I put on for my city, yeah way before the contracts
Trapstar, step back, might get you a contact
Rap star, no strap, might just get your chain snatched
Call Young brain stacks, might just get your chains back
Call my name in the courtroom, put me on blast
Still shining on they ass, yeah its Mr. Birthday Bash
Rest in peace, homie
Lil Mike, let's go
I put on (ay Cliff)
I put on (yeah, "The Recession" on the way)
I put on (ay Young)
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
The Recession on the way, hey, but on another note
A lot of sounding like Young, tell 'em register to quote
See I rolled them back-to-back like I'm registered to smoke
Yeah I got it on me now but I ain't registered to tote
I put on for my city and I bought a blue -ghini
Goddamn you just missed me, should've saw me, should've seen me
Do me a favor: see them haters tell 'em picture me rolling
Same time watch them Feds take a pic of me rolling
Got a phone call from 'Ye, put my -libs on his song
Sold 3 million records, goddamn I put 'em on
I put on for my city yeah billboards everywhere
See me before your flight land, see me before your bag claim
Re-up in my city, man you better check your bags, man
Shouts out to the Eastside, yeah they play them bag games
Southside boys will fly to your home, yeah they play them tag games
Can't forget that Westside, yeah they play them mask games
How you forget the Northside? Don't know I stay high as hell
87 stickers too, y'all know I stay fly as hell
I put on for my city, yeah way before the contracts
Trapstar, step back, might get you a contact
Rap star, no strap, might just get your chain snatched
Call Young brain stacks, might just get your chains back
Call my name in the courtroom, put me on blast
Still shining on they ass, yeah its Mr. Birthday Bash
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