| Yeah, i'd like to welcome everybody that came | |
| I know that i woke y'all up early this mornin', but shit is real | |
| I need all y'all to come down | |
| So we can talk about these things that's going on man | |
| It's gettin' real | |
| Wizard: | |
| Escobar, reportoire, that's my man | |
| Blowin' up how we expand | |
| Stack grands up, pack vans up, with wild cats | |
| Bustin' live gats | |
| Claimin' that you illa than me, now how's that | |
| In the bridge hangin' wit the thug menaces | |
| Images of mad loot, and beatin' sentences | |
| Now we livin' large, remininscin' flippin' on prison guards | |
| Jumpin' in and out of different cars | |
| On a weekly, benz or mitsubishi | |
| Got the flip phone in the strip zone | |
| Satellite dish, 50 inch with the knicks on | |
| Everday it's real in my life, you live in sitcoms | |
| Real dons, bustin' out this hustlin' game with the name | |
| See it lights, bitch get it right | |
| Scorsese, capo, black mercedes | |
| Miami in back, with the crack, the late 80's | |
| Brown timbs, and thousands | |
| Now we on to some real doe | |
| How does it feel to count a mil? | |
| What you bug? | |
| Throw a party and show love | |
| To the same cats after your stacks who throw slugs |