[Intro: Bob Marley, Interviewer & Cozmo]

I mean, what number, how mu- how much is a lot of money?

That's a good question

Have you made, say, millions of dollars?

No

Are you a rich man?

When you mean rich, what you mean?

You have a lot of possessions? Lot of money in the bank?

Possession make you rich?

I no- I no have that type of richness

My richness is life

Yeah, yo

[Verse 1: Cozmo]

You lookin' at the John Gotti of rap

Grip the shotty for a hobby, I'll probably body a track

I ain’t never flashed a rack on the 'Gram, I let it stack

'Cause rats is how you end up in the back of a van

Know the streets like the back of my hand

When I was packagin' grams, livin' with moms, tryna stack for the fam'

I had already mastered the plan, low-key, though

Thе realest rapper livin' this shit with no еgo

But don't get it twisted, the team is armed heavily

Never burn bridges, I'm in it for longevity

Thinkin' ahead of me, kinda different now that my son grown

Used to want the fame, now I'd rather remain unknown

Street ties with killers, we been realer

Top down in the winter, rockin' a chinchilla

Don Ferragamo, y'all do the most in your posts

We get bread by the loaf, you barely on, though

Be on forever, so, if you my day one

Then when the cheddar come, we gon' be on together

From sessions with Doc' Dre, to strip clubs with Max B

Been gettin' money tax-free, you can ask P

Yeah

It's Cozmo

[Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid]

It's a blessing, pay your dues and the streets gon' respect it

Might just hit the block before I eat breakfast

Used to starve, on God, I'm goin' hard everywhere I go

It's good investments (That's it)

Outta town, everything ain't domestic

I seen things that'll change your perspective

Respect my name, the same for my bredrin

[Verse 2: Styles P]

Cross me- get beheaded and your whole crew deaded (Hahaha)

Got a pocket full of paper, but, I'm thinkin' 'bout the credit (I'm thinkin')

Stickin' to the job, I ain't thinkin' 'bout the marriage (Uh-uh)

Just the checking and the saving and the debit (That's all)

Told my n**** Coz', I'm married to the mob (Married)

I elope with the smoke for the rhymes, hand to God (Hand to God)

If I said I'm writin', I'm probably writin' a check

It's a mirror in the gym if them n***** wanna flex

'Cause I hit him in the neck, while he reading on his texts (You wanna get hit?)

But I'm tryna live righteous, you can put it on the set (D-Block)

Know the game and the players, but, I never knew a ref (Never)

So, it's funny that my name means som'n on a check (Mr. Styles)

Tryna handle my B.I

While I'm knockin' on B.I (What up?)

Only smoke weed, don't never hand me a C.I (Never)

Doin' dirt off the stoop since I was knee-high

Stab him in the knee, give him weed, tell him, "Be high"

Ghost, n****

[Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid]

It's a blessing, pay your dues and the streets gon' respect it

Might just hit the block before I eat breakfast

Used to starve, on God, I'm goin' hard everywhere I go

It's good investments (That's it)

Outta town, everything ain't domestic

I seen things that'll change your perspective

Respect my name, the same for my bredrin

[Verse 3: Conway the Machine]

Uh, 2020 Benz, bought that for my bitch

Ain't drop a album yet, but, you can't deny the fact that I'm rich (I'm up, n****)

I got Flee with me, and woe keep the ratchet on hip (Woe)

You know you gettin' whacked if his trigger finger happen to itch (Boom, boom, boom)

I'm runnin' down if I happen to flip

I clap you and dip (Huh?)

You a bitch, fuck around and get smacked in your lips (Hahaha)

I don't need rap, I get packages shipped

I'm gettin' rich off the gas and the raps that I spit (Talk to 'em)

My man caught a body in 'Bama, facin' capital murder (Huh?)

He said, "You lit, n****"

I said, "I'm just scratchin' the surface" (I'm just startin')

Went from snatchin' them purses to trappin' and servin' (Woo)

To bein' on Jimmy Fallon and rappin' my verses (Facts)

Uh, we was movin' raw to get the newest cars (Uh-huh)

Now I cop those just from spewin' bars ('Kay)

Yeah, all praises due to Allah

It's The Machine, Alhamdulillah, ah (Woo, ah)

[Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid]

It's a blessing, pay your dues and the streets gon' respect it

Might just hit the block before I eat breakfast

Used to starve, on God, I'm goin' hard everywhere I go

It's good investments (That's it)

Outta town, everything ain't domestic

I seen things that'll change your perspective

Respect my name, the same for my bredrin