[Verse]

Minolta, devil exposure, wide-lens view

Check credentials and niggas next to push the Benz through

You know the glow iced out rings, long doe

Spandex, Moschino, hoe bitches lettin' they thongs show

I played the game, took plenty paper, still remain the same

Asian name, barrel link chain, lettin' my piece hang

Domestic, no more crime play but still connected

It's ethics, calculated steps through geometrics

Waves spinnin', double shades of beige linen

'97 expedition, displayed with all the trimmins

Travel light, push the LS on casual nights

Have you ever puffed the chalice weed pipe? That shit will have you right

I roll dice, tryin' to divorce from this cold life

Used to sell coke on the strip, but now I hold mics

And plan soon to pack and vacate somewhere in Cancún

Escape to a cozy estate filled with mad rooms

Furnished up, too many foul niggas, time to turn it up

Push about a buck and shift gears, burn the clutch

'Cause it's like this, for these chips I strike swift

Preciseness, precious jewels of life — that's priceless

I payed my dues, and through it all, I never trade my shoes

Cash rules, new crews who made the news

We all for paper, I guess greed is just a second nature

Indeed, shots of Henrock and weed'll escalate ya

Some mostly touch along the line crossed up

I took the shortcut, puffin' on blunts, bustin' off nuts

The night type, love dime bitches and night life

Casino dice, sexy strip dancers and white ice

I seen the movie, most of you niggas couldn't move me

Truly, it's like a 6-shot ruger against a Uzi

So bust or run, or cock back, bust your gun

But I fake none, I remain like the sun

Bless the strong livin', intellect and long vision

Connects in prison, and real niggas wit' recognition

So respect the mission

Vol. 1, second addition, the next dimension

Dotted line — sign your deposition