[Intro: O.C.]

What?

Yeah

Yo, flaws and fallacies of life

Material items and shit

Beware, motherfuckers

Word up, don’t let it get ya, you know?

That shit ain’t nothing

One time, check him out

Yo

[Verse]

You lived the life of a hustler, not sympathetic to a user

Making cash fast, taking trips to Bermuda

Elegant women, all lovely and feminine

Houses with acres and big pools for swimming in

Big transactions, swiping all the action

Driving a Benz and a Lex, you be, like, maxing

Jewels be on truck shit, rims with fat clusters

Diamonds on your teeth, shining shimmers illustrious

And God’s hanging sideways, holding your head high

Cruising through a block, so you past some dreads

Now the dreads are looking hard at your face, Mr. Fly Guy

Unaware, tonight they’re gonna do a fucking drive-by

Go home, watch a sci-fi flick with a chick ‘til

10 PM, now it’s time for you to dip

Go round up a few men, holding classified, info inside

Hand-picked, these niggas you confided in shipment

To pick up quick, click off Clyde's

Never gnoming for you if they’re gonna demise a scheme of betrayal

Guess, in your valley, you was high off your self-worth

You’re short from another fly guy

By George, I think he’s got it, chicks, goons, and lump sums

Trickering 5-0 wild to be like dum-dums

One of the few, never having a heart

Issue was smarts up the ass when it came to cash

Don’t give a shit, attitude: more money and more money

Dog days bright and more sunny

Four in the morning, drinking Seneca apple juice in the rented car

Neighborhood star got riddled and scarred

A loose cannon or cannons

Or a famished foe became shadow of death and did (damage)

Now I knew this kid true to life, word life

He preached righteousness and, shit, he turned to be a hypocrite