I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my n**gas got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a n**ga can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'
I was broke, now I'm rich, these n**gas salty
