[Intro/Bridge]

I'm still stacking money like that rent do

I'm still serving niggas, fuck a menu

Bailey tossing pounds, Preme sliding bricks through

Lo doin it all for the shit I didn't do

[Verse]

I shouldn’t even be here this year

I should just leave this bitch here

Young Malcolm, by any means I needed more

I'm still looking for the 2 that pac Shakur

My conspiracy is beyond a theory

Eyes closed I swing with fist, blind fury

Benz dolo grams In my Han Solo

Still getting to the money James Cracchiolo

Since you gassed let me push the pedal

No mask still a young rebel

Need henny and some fuckin red bull

I'm just doing what they'd never let you

Stuck in front of liquor stores with slicker whores

Who keep on tryna talk to the kid while I just pour

I should draw like I’m equipped with a 64

No games though

Bitches always want you to play for they attention

But I can’t entertain those

I got work, moneys my main goal

If she worth it I prolly stay though

Or we can ride out

Come show the kid what you really about

[Outro/Bridge]

I'm still stacking money like that rent do

I'm still serving niggas, fuck a menu

Bailey tossing pounds, Preme sliding bricks through

Lo doin it all for the shit I didn't do

Should I even be here this year?

Should I even be here this year?

Should I even be here this year?

(mad city)

Even if I lose they still cheer

Clap for em

Clap for em

Clap for em, Look

[Skit]

The um purpose of this story, chuck and his friends and others, like him is to uh show the ghetto child how live and try to prepare him for when he’s ready to leave

(He ain’t going no place baby. The ghetto child ain’t leaving for no place!)