Old English

[Verse] Made it through the pen two times for the nigga here I ain't seen too many motherfuckers that a nigga fear VS1's in my chain nigga, hella clear 012 is over so I'm focused on another year Everybody talking bout shit that they don't ever do I be at the club tellin' all the bouncers "let 'em through" I don't need accountants, I be countin' all my revenue Countin' all these zeros, remind me of the letter Q I got promo, no homo, I hit the hoes in slo-mo These bitches know that I'm a star and I ain't talkin' no Romo They rep my logo, got it on their T-shirt Y'all niggas playing for second and third, we first Lamborghinis, Maseratis, motherfucking Bentley Coupes Niggas selling their soul for fame, nigga here's the truth Yup, I think so, I know so, that's real shit Illuminatis and masons and white Jews, they rule shit But I'm true shit, trials and tribulations, I done been through it Last year was 50 racks, you know I ran through it Yeah, they try to tell me I ain't on But they maid, mommas and girlfriends be singing all of my songs Something, they ain't had enough I think these niggas mad as fuck Why you niggas mad at us? On holidays I'm the one to come through with the chicken truck Smoking sticky weed and my swisher sweet I got like 10 bands in my jeans I went to jail and didn't miss a beat My weed kickin like Bruce Lee In the airport like "who, me?", got two chains, no Tity Boi Sippin slow, ridin' clean, laying love on my city boi Commissary, I maxed out, did my time and I came home New whip, a new bitch and my competition on the same song