[Verse]

Modern day gangsta, old school playa

A fine display of greatness at it's greatest

Send an array of strays at any patriot

Breaking down Ks instead of quarters, kettle water

Please, no more zip locks in shoe boxes

My little niggas in school got shit, now

All of the teachers in the school got fixed

When they seen me in the streets they give me gifts

I ain't riffing or raffing or rapping or yapping

No, I ain't from the Nolia, but I'm clapping

No, I ain't into coke, but I have it

No, I ain't into dope, but I stock it

Like I ain't got the po' in my pocket

No, I don't like they clothes, but I cop it

The white man looking like I ain't fit to go in my pocket

No, I ain't fit to stop, I'm still poppin'

Holla, like I ain't at your throat

I'm a turtle neck collar

Our purpose is respect with a capital R

Whoever don't die today, they'll be back tomorrow, nigga

I'm on a Harley, cruising by rides

With the stogey in my mouth, Makeveli in the iPod

Weezy F., nine milli' in the Izod

Make you think there was a firing squad

The way I fire mine, in reality yall behind mine

So I can't see you, all you see is Evisu signs

Weezy