[Intro]

Sips a Sisco

Miss Hicks the disco

Suga Bills, Big Horace and Cisco

Pistol poppin’ like it’s Crisco

Let’s get this money my nigga

By the fistful

[Verse]

This the first brick I remember like my first lick

With niggas outside posing like a jail flick

The ice grills and big bills, the arms folded, the charms golden

Thick clouds of white blowin’

The night air Fila’s or Nike Air’s

Some snorted and some chose to pipe theirs

Pretty fiends had niggas willing to dice theirs

In dark stairs saw the flicker from the flame

Cops showing flicks try to match it with a name

But fuck Columbo Dime sacks was jumbo

Pops used to push ‘em before he turned to Dumbo

His white lines used to snort ‘em off a broken glass

I write lines to sort the pieces of my broken past

Cash only, niggas a blast homies

Put money in they casket, laugh and flash Rollie’s

Wild times making of my wild rhymes

War stories, limits a statutory, mandatory minimums 25 to 40

Them long numbers new niggas get wrong numbers

'Cause landlines is land mines that land time

Keep quiet, keep it off the wire

Separate the money the product and the buyers

The kitchen was like church, the Holy Grail

Hot plates and card games and weigh scales

Cheap liquor we took sips and talk shit

Talk money we talk pussy, we talk whips

Hood celebrities immortalized in those flicks

This the genesis and where I rapped my first brick