heavy on the cash flow stash green never catch me in a trap running blocks yet seldom seen you in a dead end life sitting in a dope house stuck on stupid running yo mouth couch potato scared to move yeah last year was great this year is greater no time for haters stuff em in a crate dome filled with craters since back in the day moving weight trying to make my situation better flip that fire ice and fluffy white like hip hop in its purest form paid in full studying nas watching belly never flossing always kept it low key in the cutt cause the streets is watching lived the crime life the cali street life cause fuck starving and even thou we went our separate ways we all balling in our own way