All you niggas days is numbered I'm speeding past niggas: Days of Thunder Tom Cruise, Been bombin' crews since the pager numbers Lumber Jack brown tats started jackin' with the gold up under A dope boy without selling dope Twist a tree, inhale the smoke Money to the colour of Cuban coke Cuban chains and gold ropes Black flags black locs Triple gold Dayton spokes Triple stacks pourin' fo' Rubber band my stacks is dough This is old money from '94 Buckets no bench seats when I roll I roll my windows down and turn the music up, Hit the switch and drop it low 808s and tons of low end And light another one This made the smoke end, Don't hop yo ass in if you ain't down roll in Cause they don't understand the shining light, They can't understand this kind of life When you sitting clean behind halogen lights, They start throwing hollows out of spite, trying to take your life I came from the wrong side of the tracks, trying to make it right When they turn white to green, young niggas turn to fiends at 15, wiggled out Shooting AR-15s and Glock nines, bullet holes in every stop sign Ignore cop signs, if they kill one of us, then a cop dying Drop top riding, middle finger to the wind And I keep popping iron until all my niggas win, And every nigga with me sittin on gold rim Been wanting that since Maximums with the gold trim My dog's been in all gold before the gold trend Dead stop Jordan 10s on orange juice and Seagram’s gin Turned on to all of that before the age of 10 Fluffy leaves on the green stem getting rolled up A nigga come from another city, he get fold up And girls with they nose up, acting like they ain't slut White boys get they nose stuffed, with that pure uncut Man, this world where I'm living at That's why I rap through these songs down to my fifty cap That's why I rap through these songs down to my fifty cap To my fifty cap
