text: Motherfuckers callin my team Scarface, pushing that white boy like Tony
  From the blocks to the island like Coney
  We poundin , young gun away from nothing, but a couple of pennies
  2-1-2, ahh, couple of minis
  Now can you feel me, its just that real biatch, Kells, biatch
  Caught ya never snitchin in 5th Grade, I wouldnt even show and tell biatch
  Im from the city where menace made
  I had a daughter, now Im trying to father a junior, like its Eleventh Grade
  Neighbors look in my garage, like where the whip at?
  Haters looking around like where my click at?
  Right over there, makin sure my profit is avoiding the dispatch
  Only thing that aint moving is where my lips at
  Cause all that chit-chat with me? Nada
  Id rather stuff these dollars in my pockets, tell the make em burst like Piñata
  And though my partners medicated, they aint ill much
  But they do regurgatitin, throw the bills up
  This is my life, born winner since momma pushed out a fetus
  And these haters over-crowdin my penis
  63, big feet, Chuck Ts, guess you know what that means
  Get on your motherfuckin knees and suck these, bitch!
  And I will never put no one above my baby mama
  So with these hoes, I keep my poker face like Lady Gaga
  Give them some intercourse and flight, middle fingers up
  That means I give a flying fuck, dumb dumb, listen up
  Now let me tell you some rules to this game
  Everybody isnt real, only a few remain
  With that said, you should never become a business mans friend
  Cause his intentions from the beginning is them back ends
  And most important, never forget where you from
  Cause after its over, guess where you gon be? Running home
  And last off, never let em take the love from us
  Loyalty is everything, EST or its nothin, Kells
  One time, for the beautiful struggle we live
  Fuck, one time, trying to keep us from doing the biz
  Two times, for the people thats holdin the jokes
  Three, if I gotta say who this for, Imma save this for yall