I was out there on the YOLA trackTryin' to make my mother***in' money backPopo beat me up and took all of my fattyI dang near almost had enough to cop me two or threeOsies of that good candyBut all it's gon' take is a second for me to get back on my toes and feetBitch!Yeah, this one of them throwback mob down YOLA cop and truck rob and spark some cokeCrack a bottle and sip some Jack BeatsCrack a bottle and sip some Jack BeatsYeah, this one of them throwback mob down YOLA cop and truck rob and spark some cokeCrack a bottle and sip some Jack BeatsCrack a bottle and sip some Jack BeatsWhen I was born, I was designed to be a bossBitch would be able to deal with anything that I came acrossThrow off methods, I wore this glass to avoidNow I smelt the cops when I was out there in the trapTrapTrapWe flicking and serving knocksMy place in the danger street is to make that didn't shoot pelletsOr BBs, one of the most faithful weapons of choiceRemington rifle 223sStyrofoam and plastic, fresh out the box with the cleaning kitI was quiet and I was slick, but if you *** with me, I emptied the clipBasically, me and my goons was overseeing my real estate's trillion dollar spotIt was my job, I got brilliance to hold down the whole mother***ing blockNow I'm the nigga, I'm that dude, I'm the manThis *** I'm spitting, niggas don't understandI'm gonna give you 10% of the takeI'm gonna give you 10% of the takeYou got enough stuff in here to send us up for lifeYou got enough stuff in here to send us up for lifeYou got enough stuff in here to send us up for lifeI didn't try and take it over, I took it overI didn't, I didn't, I didn't try and take it over, I took it overYou got enough stuff in here to send us up for lifeYou got enough stuff in here to send us up for lifeMr. FlapboyMr. Flapboy, oh yeah, that just might be your handThe handle, like Jack Craps' rouletteI roll a letter gambleWhole water like a camelNever tell and never snitchOn a mission to get richStop the *** about a bitchI'm a fixture having hipsBeen doing it for a gripMight not gangbangBut I said trip, tripI've been out here 24-7That's what I saidNothing more, nothing lessRip my ass offSmelling like feet, butt, and breathIn the meantime, in between time, I be mobbingMoppingDucking and dodging, Batman and RobinRobinLiving my life in a fast lane, no joggingCapitalizing, taking advantageEvery time I hear money cowMoney cowThey tell me I need to be pumping my brakesI'm moving too quick, I'm rushingI open a nigga up, I bust my gun, manI ain't bluffingMoney and muscle and hustleHustling, trying to get this cakeMy hood didn't breed no chimpanzeeMy hood breeded an apeSinister mob musicExcruciating thrive2004 Eats in the truckTrump doing his ***ing jobI'm hella far from being a copAll my life, I've been a hogDon't live freeways, been stressedJust couch, refrigerators, and ballsIn the Bay, we got earthquakesIn the South, they got tornadoesIn the Midwest, in the East CoastEither rain, sleet, or snowWhen it comes to pushing, I'm a proudClever about the moves I makeBuilding with my ideals and choicesThat I choose to chose to takeBe kind of careful what you sayBe kind of, be kind of, be kind of careful what you sayYou just try and cross me and you see if I mean itYou just try and cross me and you see if I mean itYou intend exposing me to the police?You intend, you intend, you intend exposing meTo the police?You just try and cross me and you see if I mean itYou just try and cross me and you see if I mean itMr. Black BoyGet your Eats, trim them, and put them in plastic bagsMedicine drops, saran wrapFedEx or UPSWhatever you need, I got it at your requestGot the lowest prices in townAnd as far as quality, got the bestMe and my niggas don't take no messYou and your niggas probably don't eitherEverybody out of squeezer these daysRifles and SKsStuck in my stubborn waysHella managed with itHandguns and 12-gaugeYou damaged with itBoopin' them at they own gasAll the popo on my nightPuttin' in my bagThough I'm havin' timeKeep it tidy at the shootin' rangePerfecting and practicing my aimMe and my young lifeKnuckleheads, Thundercats, and hooligansThe only way to get outIs to go inSo cover me, I'm goin' inLike Daniel in the Lions gameRollin' us, I get rolled over, manCrush us like a beer canThe only man I fear is in the mirror, manI've been waitin' for a break like this for yearsI've been waitin' for a break like this for yearsHey, why didn't you tell us you was such a big shot?Hey, why didn't you tell us you was such a big shot?Mr. Flap BoyI've been waitin' for a break like this for yearsI've been waitin' for a break like this for yearsHey, why didn't you tell us you was such a big shot?Hey, why didn't you tell us you was such a big shot?Mr. Flap BoyI've always had a preference for legitimate enterprisesI think you've been goin' too hard lately, night and dayI've always had a preference for legitimate enterprisesI think you've been goin' too hard lately, night and dayI've always had a preference for legitimate enterprisesI think you've been goin' too hard lately, night and dayI've always had a preference for legitimate enterprisesI think you've been goin' too hard lately, night and dayday.