[Intro: Max B & Them Two]

(Oh, and I know she's no good)

Boss Don Biggavel

(But still, I keep my head up high)

Grease

(And try to do the things that a good man should, woah)

(Am I good man?)

Negro spirtuals, baby, we workin'

(Am I a fool?)

Don velli (Am I weak?)

That's the one right there, baby

The creme de la creme, baby

(Or am I just playin' it cool?)

Let's do it, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 1]

Martin Luther King (King)

He had a dream (I had a dream)

I had a vision (Vision)

Ended up back convicted

Ended up back in prison

Gave me no time to think

Gave me an opposition

Baby, it's time to drink

Bottle of that Ace of Spade (Yeah)

Let's make a trade

[?] Toronto for the 'morrows and I made a [?]

Hookers, I bought 'em cheap (Cheap)

Took many niggas off the street

He get all the beats (All of 'em)

[?] and Grease (Yeah)

Y'all call it, "Mean" (Mean)

We call it, "Street"

Mansion in Santa Barbara, got a spot where the bosses meet

French out in Calabasas, that life, man, it's far behind us

Natural disasters insurance don't cover forest fires

The Rolls is spacious, got my own Oasis

Clooney behind the scenes, rich niggas don't show their faces

Negro spirituals, we wrappin' up

These devils is white as cotton, Jesus is black as fuck

[Chorus]

I got a zipper full of weed

Money in my jeans, I'm on the road

On the road, on the road, on the road, on the road (Yeah)

My Bentley clean, my life is but a dream

I'm comin' home, home (Yeah)

We finally know the cost of where I gotta go

Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go (Yeah)

This business, baby, it swallows you whole, you gotta know

Gotta know, gotta know, gotta know, gotta know (Yeah)

[Interlude: Max B & Them Two]

(And I know she's no good) Shit crazy man

You ain't no good, Don Biggie (But still, I keep my head up high)

You niggas ain't shit, man

(And try to do the things that a good man should)

(Am I good man?) Just imagine what I could do

(Am I a fool?) When I escape all this shit, man

(Am I weak?) Don Black, what's good, baby?

Fuck wit' me y'all (Or am I just playin' it cool?)

Hahaha, let's ride this, let's go B

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 2]

Born to win, I'm on again

My soul was saved, I was born again

The streets was crazy, she gone again

First, she strung out my mama

Then she took all my men

Lucy's and quarter juices

Three quarter gooses

Had my share of trays

We slow the deuces

Forty ounce or more

Youngen bring the can up

Pledge allegiance to EMG

Won't stand for that spangled banner

Game is full of raps and filthy bureaucrats

I smoke my onion, just skin up and peel it back

Body, it starts to tingle soon as I hear the track

Double and bubble, grams up, came up and brang it back

This game, I can bring it up, this a luxury

Ride out on any nigga if he think he can fuck wit' me

Yeah, ain't nobody better (Nobody), Stefano leathers

No more baby Simon, my shit is [?]

[Chorus]

I got a zipper full of weed

Money in my jeans, I'm on the road

On the road, on the road, on the road, on the road (Yeah)

My Bentley clean, my life is but a dream

I'm comin' home, home (Yeah)

We finally know the cost of where I gotta go

Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go (Yeah)

This business, baby, it swallows you whole, you gotta know

Gotta know, gotta know, gotta know, gotta know (Yeah)

[Intro: Max B & Them Two]

(Oh, and I know she's no good)

(But still, I keep my head up high, and try to do the things that a good man should)

[?] what's good (Am I good man?)

Boss Don Biggavel (Am I a fool?)

Dame Grease (Am I weak?)

EMG, baby (Or am I just playin' it cool?)

Negro spirituals