[Verse 1: EST Gee]
I been through fake love from fame, all we got is our name
And I still left the game amazed how my card's been played
Eastside when I land, lose or win at the end of the day
I spent my last five hundred, took a trip on a plane
Turned it to five hundred bags, they went as fast as they came
Even if the quality change, I still wrap it the same
You can be scared or not, nigga, chop still whack you the same
And I've been shot five times, so now if I lack, then I'm lame
It's just karma I got from shit I did back in the day
Did it great in our lanes, bust downs, the factory planes
From stealing testers to seller to a whole brick of cocaine
Fuckin' with jigga before I ever had a meeting with Jay
I was meeting my play, corner of Jacob and Clay
I tell the truth to B.J. and Trey, I won't lead 'em astray
Together we can keep it better, so when separate, we can't
I invested in Hank, coat closet, my mama's the bank
Geeski don't do it, the streets see your influence
When the label asked my plan, they have they other artists do it
Yeah, my favorite thing playing stupid
Yeah, I understand niggas groupies
And I understand how they movin'
And they pieces, I gotta use 'em
Buy they piece, don't take they jewel, shit be fake as hell
I changed my life, foot aches and bales
Bad bitch college apartments, baby, go check the mail
Fake name on the box when it come, erase the paper trail
It's the look, it ain't the smell, talk you into buyin' lows
Text with my connect 'bout a bunch of shirts like I'm buyin' clothes
It's a different code you gotta pick up on when you start buyin' loads
It's niggas who was 'posed to make it out, but don't and that's just how it go
I been through fake love from fame, all we got is our name
And I still left the game amazed how my card's been played
Eastside when I land, lose or win at the end of the day
I spent my last five hundred, took a trip on a plane
Turned it to five hundred bags, they went as fast as they came
Even if the quality change, I still wrap it the same
You can be scared or not, nigga, chop still whack you the same
And I've been shot five times, so now if I lack, then I'm lame
It's just karma I got from shit I did back in the day
Did it great in our lanes, bust downs, the factory planes
From stealing testers to seller to a whole brick of cocaine
Fuckin' with jigga before I ever had a meeting with Jay
I was meeting my play, corner of Jacob and Clay
I tell the truth to B.J. and Trey, I won't lead 'em astray
Together we can keep it better, so when separate, we can't
I invested in Hank, coat closet, my mama's the bank
Geeski don't do it, the streets see your influence
When the label asked my plan, they have they other artists do it
Yeah, my favorite thing playing stupid
Yeah, I understand niggas groupies
And I understand how they movin'
And they pieces, I gotta use 'em
Buy they piece, don't take they jewel, shit be fake as hell
I changed my life, foot aches and bales
Bad bitch college apartments, baby, go check the mail
Fake name on the box when it come, erase the paper trail
It's the look, it ain't the smell, talk you into buyin' lows
Text with my connect 'bout a bunch of shirts like I'm buyin' clothes
It's a different code you gotta pick up on when you start buyin' loads
It's niggas who was 'posed to make it out, but don't and that's just how it go
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