Outro

[Verse:] Mama work for Quaker Oaks, get ya out of 'em [?] folks I told my mama "go n' retire" cuz her son worth a lotta dough My brother went onto the service, what the fuck you do it for? We tote AKs like they was legal, nigga we from [?] Cross the street from Randy Logan, now we call him Joe Blow I count 50 up every ounce, now I count 50 every show 50 thou to show you how every chain I bling it out It get real hot around six o'clock, so you better not get caught in the stove When the red dogs and the black cats, pull up its a crack back I got album action and I'm more like Carl Luis, cuz I can't eat gold through it I had an 84 Buick, I was 17 I bought my first car, cash at 15 I'm lyin' right now, god strike me, for a nigga ever hit made 9Gs Can't reminisce, I got enemies [?] feelin' I got your memories Can't press me, can't pimp me, I send a fuck nigga to emery Nine-four degree emergency room where you gon' be full with IVs I got a red Bens, got a red Charger, got a red Rover, and got a red Jeep