[Intro]

When I was in the fifth grade

I had three white bitches

Bringing me candy by the bags right

You know what I'm saying

Then all of a sudden years later

Here I am again right

Getting Money out a bitch ass

But this time it wasn't no candy this time

It was some major money

I was born like this man

I been breaking girlfriends since like 15, 16 years old

You know a nigga ain't gonna wake up one morning

And say I'm a go pimp

Nah it dont work like that

Pimping starts off from way back

[Verse 1: Da$H]

My motivation come from intoxication along with paper chasing

Mama receive this picture I'm painting, please, jeez

Ain't seen sober in like a year and change

So my mother think I'm going insane, my father say the same

Ain't in position to tell 'em different

It's hard to agree when I blow my weed up out a sixth story window pane

In the business district, young nigga getting it

And I'm in love with it, I can't lie

See my eyes, they red fried

Smoke 'em out 'til they seem dead

Her woman cooking me cheese eggs

Her other friend got them mean legs and I'm tryna fuck

What you thought we was just kicking it, couple blunts and that liquor

My music playing, saying that she digging it, turned into me dicking it

Fucking of course, does it for sport

I die young and leave a good looking corpse

My type of thoughts, shit

Embroid my skin in case the plan don't work

Wear my memories on my arm just like a god damn shirt

Word, word, word, word

Word, word, word, word

Word, word, word, word

Word, word, word

[Verse 2: Retch]

Last night I had smoked until my lungs hurt

Woke up with a white bitch from a concert

This shit is cool but I got to get these one's first

In Polo denim that be tailored like some converse

My kicks by Jordan, jeans by Lauren, skully 'Lo too

You always wondering 'bout this lifesyle, I could show you

I'm in a taxi uptown, I got the window cracked

Said I could smoke, I sparked the blunt and took a hit of that

Gold digital watches with gold squares in my pockets

Cause a nigga can't afford to leave gold diggers with profit

Sucka nigga, I'm not it, I be styling on these freak hoes

Met her and fucked her man that story about a week old

She woke up and cooked scrambled eggs on wheat toast

I banged her sister and she kept it on the lee low

Kinda embarrassed, tried to blame it on the tree smoke

She said she tried it, but she never smoke what we smoke

Bitch, cause this a blunt full of dust baby

She looked at me like I'm fucking crazy

Laughed a bit, I'm just fucking with ya

Now roll over, let a nigga put something in ya

She abided my dick, she rided

Booty it be clapping all melodic

Making beats in the sheets

But you don't hear me though

To her ass is where her hair be though

Sipping light but we heavy though