Great

[Verse 1: Maino] Uh, I got rich off of killer talk Free my homies, let my killers walk Sixty grand on my weaker arm Chill on Gates Ave with my Adidas on Guess you gotta love a nigga for surviving Visions of my mama in her bedroom crying Man that's not your brother if you get divided How you sleep at night after testifying I'm just getting money I'm not chasing fame Tattoos on my body just to hide the vein Hard to find a spot where I can place the blame Strippers staring at me wanting me to make it rain Dollar bills throwing all my dollar bills Niggas riding for me maybe this how power feels Caught up in the moment trying to reach forever The niggas in the streets say I'm the realest ever [Hook: 911 Kev] I'm great, I'm a G, ask God It's so hard knowing niggas hustle hard Dollar bills, dollar dollar dollar bills When you're playing with these corners That's exactly how you feel [Verse 2] Product of them corners in that crack era Yeah, my superheroes they was five percenters Born original my idols they was criminals Shout out to Dog, showed me my first pistol too Started with a dream and some ready ripe On the strip yelling nigga I get better types Now I'm staring at the top of my cathedral ceiling So many homies dead and gone I can't even feel it Maybe I should put it all in God's hands How do babies end up dead? Guess it's God's plan Club closing but I'm chilling, I'ma sit here drunk Shorty pulling on me, naw I'm just feeling numb Yeah, 300 Ms in my vision lately Yeah, early 90s I'm a kitchen baby All I ever wanted was a chance to make it So I can't help but act a fool and celebrate it [Hook]