[Verse 1: Black Thought]

Yo, mountain high and valley low and river wide and tunnel deep

I have traveled chasing demons, screaming "All I find I keep"

If you don't pay like you weigh, alright, okay, that's fine with me

I'ma display my heat and say my piece and lay you down to sleep

Ain't nobody tell you clowns to speak, I'ma AK you down the street

Draw that pump that's built for the riots, see how quiet y'all can keep

Ain't no wilding, it ain't no problem, ain't no question, it ain't no beef

Cut that check then things are sweet, I'ma go buy some diamond teeth

I'll be damned if my setback gon' help you get back on your feet

No surrender, no retreat, nigga we out here tryna eat

Hashtag, diamond dog tag, money bag, nice swag

Pockets need an ice bag, toe tag, body bag

Niggas lose their lives sad, rockets in their flight path

Breaking bad, making bad, choices out here, thinking fast

Smoking wet and drinking bad, soaking wet and sinking fast

Shoot them niggas making cash, stick them niggas, take their stash

The law of gravity meets, the law of averages

Ain't no sense in attempting to civilize savages

Even though I wish I could be spared my embarrassment

I'm a nigga, other niggas pale in comparison

We out in Paris yet but still a nigga perishing

No idea how much time's left, fuck tryna cherish it

A life in times unchecked, now that's American

Inherit the wind, pressure in everything

[Verse 2: Greg Porn]

The world ain't ready for someone like me

When life is sex, drugs, drama, and I'm hooked on all three

I'd rather OD than be the next OG

That's fraudin' for a whore that already chose me

One man revolution, that's supportin' prostitution

I'm tryna pimp the game, where balling don't mean hooping

And ridin' don't mean cruisin', it mean keep your bitch ass movin'

If you ain't built for bruising, redrum ain't in your blueprint

In a jungle made of concrete, every animal Jumanji

On Eazy-E and PCP, ass cash or EBT

How you monetize pigeons on a power line?

On the road to the riches, every dude's a dollar sign

I don't mind, I don't mind, long as all the smoke is mine

And the liquor store delivers faster than a Papa Johns

And I heard that death is calling, money's on the other line

The last episode of Good Times is my life

[Verse 3: Dice Raw]

It's a phrase they say in the streets

When the young players meet: "Get rich or die trying"

But the funny thing about that phrase to me

Is that these little niggas be lying

'Cause don't nobody wanna die

But everybody tryna get rich though

But the fucked up thing about that

These lil' niggas, they don't how to get rich so

I still run with those angels

Man, I still peep all those angles

Speaking with guns, speaking in tongues

Talking that Arabic and that Yiddish

Riding them trains, stashing them chains, bangles

Yeah, I played all those games though

My tag on the wall, you niggas look up

You can still see my name yo

How did I end up where I'm at? It's kind of hard to explain yo

I remember all I wanted was a gold chain and a Kangol

I remember all I wanted was a gold chain and some Jordans

To impress that bitch, then I got that bitch

Now all I want from her's an abortion

My mind filled with distortion, my eyelids say caution

Yeah, I sold crack to get my soul back, they say it's gon' cost a fortune

And I wonder if Allah take debit, 'cause a nigga got real bad credit

If not, I ain't got a whole lot, so a nigga like me just can forget it, ha!