| [Intro]{J. | |
| U.S.T.I.C. | |
| E. League} {*echoes*} | |
| God forgives | |
| He's so honorable { | |
| Maybach Music!} | |
| But living amongst thievesand niggaz like myself | |
| You will not have that luxury[Rick Ross] | |
| I wake up excited, | |
| I made it through the night | |
| Things I did in the dark, will it ever see the light? | |
| My nerves should be a wreck, | |
| I got a bad chick | |
| She keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libs | |
| I think I'm a genius hundred grand a fuckin feature | |
| I do at least three a week, roll up the fuckin reefer | |
| Went from | |
| Benihana to | |
| Bimini in | |
| BahamasTen chains, no luggage, | |
| I'm a big timer | |
| Niggaz claim that they thuggin when they dickridin | |
| My niggaz rather walk, do they own brick climbin | |
| On the block in my all white sneakers | |
| Lord knows in my ten | |
| Jesus pieces | |
| Pray for me cause you know a nigga doingwrong | |
| My homey in the cell, so | |
| I had to write a poem | |
| Count mills for the times that we had it hard | |
| Asking for a hundred mill' as | |
| I pray to | |
| God[Chorus] | |
| I do this for my niggaz facin hard times | |
| Can't be on them corners if you hustle part time | |
| Ten chains on, | |
| Eric B. with mob ties | |
| Rakim flows, coming from the | |
| PharcydeBlood diamonds and my piece is from apartheid | |
| Quick to quote a prayer, pull it from the archives | |
| I pray for every soul that this music reaches | |
| Bury me a | |
| G - ten Jesus pieces[Rick Ross] | |
| Young nigga comin up they wanna gun you down | |
| Drinkin vodka in the memory of my nigga, damn (I miss you Peanut) | |
| Ridin real slow on them all golds (we had them nigga) | |
| Shoppin for them | |
| O's when the mall close | |
| Reppin for your homies when they all gone | |
| Get in power then you put your dawg on (real shit) | |
| All black tees, ten gold chains | |
| At the Super | |
| Bowl, but we in the dope game {*laughing*} | |
| Ten years strong in the same trap | |
| Ugh~! Ten years blowin on that strong pack | |
| Lord knows that | |
| I wanna live right (right) | |
| But Lord knows what that | |
| Club Liv like (right) | |
| Forty dollar tab meanin forty grand | |
| Lil' wodie got it rolled up in a rubber band | |
| Holdin on the forty in his other hand | |
| Ten chains on, smokin in the motherland[Chorus][Rick Ross] | |
| I'm his poltergeist, niggaz know | |
| I'm more than nice | |
| All these jewels on, all boys tonight | |
| I could see it in the sparkle cause they lackluster | |
| Black card maxed out, damn black brother | |
| White collar, black-minded | |
| Chrome Smith & | |
| Wesson, back pocket | |
| Eight shot, bitch | |
| I'm a top shotta | |
| Screamin your affiliations, but that don't matter | |
| I'm flyin first class as the snakes slither | |
| Never blackmail a motherfuckin killer | |
| On trial and they wanna execute me | |
| It's really sad, just the fact they never knew me | |
| True G to the core, feel my texture | |
| A true G keeps it raw in his lecture | |
| Keep it simple, white tee, new sneakers | |
| Dope boy style, ten | |
| Jesus pieces[Chorus][Stalley] | |
| Versace shirt, | |
| Jesus layin on the chest | |
| Man I swear | |
| Big did it the best, | |
| I meanNas did it fresh and, | |
| Jay did it fresh, | |
| I mean'Ye did it fresh, but man | |
| Big did it the best | |
| And I was so impressed that | |
| I went and got ten | |
| Now I'm stunting on these niggaz cause | |
| I couldn't back in | |
| Rose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinum | |
| And I wear 'em all at once, | |
| I ain't tryin to match them | |
| I remember bumping | |
| Mack 10 and that deuce in the corner | |
| Scrapin up for a sandwich and a soda | |
| Now my strength is up and | |
| I'm danglin chains off my shoulders | |
| But no Jesus piece on mine, cause at times | |
| I feel ashamedfor the reason that | |
| I rhyme; and they saycause | |
| I'm Muslim | |
| I shouldn't think about the shine or even put it in a rhyme | |
| It's better things | |
| I could talk about or put my money towards | |
| But for now | |
| I'ma wear these ten chains and floss[Chorus][Rick Ross]{ | |
| Maybach Music} | |
| We untouchable |