[Intro: Sample]

Come on man, open this fucking safe

Why you doing this, man?

Fuck all that, shut up, shut the fuck up

Asking me why this and why that

You think I'm playing? You think I'm playing!?

Open that fucking safe, man!

Look at me

(Yeah, imagine that shit, imagine that, check it)

Look at me, I said look at me!

(Yo, yo)

[Verse 1: Jon Murdock]

I won't open the safe, I got a open case, still open your face

The only way I'm opening this is if you roll with the Jakes

Fuck guns you need badges, fuck that

You need a battering ram, just to break down the hinges

I been broke as fuck

I been holding blunts, walking down the street, just hoping my luck

Would change any day, but remain to stay the same

Nine to five won't work, so you stressed to play the game

So I play that game, coming up to get the most of it

And that right there would change friends to be associates

Snake eyes appear and you the talk of the town

‘Cause you got a whip now and ain't walkin' around

They hawkin' you down, thinking about sparkin' around

Walk with a frown, how you the total opposites now

It's always the closest ones that set you up

Ain't stressing nothing, look, I wish y'all the best of luck

Jon Murdock well protected, keep myself guarded

Run solo dolo, low key I armed with

Eyes in the back of my head, I keep dodgin'

‘Cause you'll never know when you'll be the next target

[Verse 2: Lex Starwind]

Scapegoat, slave boats, Federal Reserve

Slick mouth faggot, [?] your word

Them herbs on the hill, hundred dollar bills, all targets

Snatched and dragged, get tagged by the marksman

Cats move awkward, caution where snakes walk

Keep a ox tucked, ready for beef like steak sauce

Keep 'em thinking weight off, ‘cause they switched the game

Niggas get rise for they shine so they switch they chain

You could talk that, let that slip, let that slide

They find out, them niggas waiting right outside

With they nines out, right? And they ready to move

Ready to kidnap your son from elementary school

It's elementary fool, you gotta stack on the low

'Fore you get trapped for your dough, duct tape, wrapped on the flo'

Spot rush, Glock bust, door kicked, four fifth

Please don't make me force it, know you got some more shit

[Verse 3: Ricky Fitz]

Yo, my team be in another league in Philly we the [?]

You soil beneath the concrete I walk on

Chucks on the sidewalk, where guns popped off

A kid dropped off from school early, 8 AM and got caught with a

Slug to his face that ended his days

As he once knew, peep the news that cops got too

Cat's in custody, but never know the whole story

Of what went down on this cold day in North Philly

Rest in peace'd by him

Almost thought I'd have to bury [?]

But tragically he survived that

Three hundred milligrams of smack running through his veins purposefully to ease the pain

Same pain turn a rich college man to [?] neglected

So he straight smoking base in the attic

Anything he ever wanted, he had it

But all he wanted was a touch of love from his old man and couldn't grab it

Same pain made me pick up a mic, rip it on sight

Then slide with a dope white chick that suck nice

Same pain made me run in your crib, gun to your wiz

To open up the safe or I'm blowing your kids

[Outro: Sample]

You think I'm fucking playing, open the safe!

Now next time, I ain't gon' miss, alright?

There ain't even no money in this safe, man, there ain't shit

I got a hundred grand at the crib

This nigga playing games, “Ain't no money in the safe”

Get up man, get up man!