[Intro]
(Yeah, I got one)
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh (Uh)
This that shit right here (This that shit right here)
Uh

[Verse 1]
I don't eat Benihana
I don't rock Balenciagas
I made a million dollars, came with a million problems
My dollars match my followers, they gave me my flowers
I came from public housing, was locked in twin towers
I come from section 8, hand me down, Eddie Bauer
Got my respect, got some money then I got the power
Big ass crib in the Hills, n***a, watchin' Power
What's up with these rap n***as? They turnin' sour
I can't lose, I'm winnin', I paid dues
Now it's Puma-Marathon, it used to bе state blues
You ain't got no motion
I always make movеs and level up on my opponents, like I got shit to prove
Now I got shit to lose
I got my daughters and my son now, give 'em different jewels
Go shine on 'em, be that light so you don't walk my shoes
(Go shine on 'em, be that light so you don't walk my shoes)
Shit get real
[Chorus]
30 on me, if they searchin' I can't go
I ain't just anybody
Takin' shortcuts gets you cut short
Still outlastin', outcast like [?]
Cut some people off, even though it cut the most
You ain't know I been up, n***a, you ain't check the score?
I'm out here with my chin up, steppin' on these ten toes
I know my crody Nipsey in heaven like 'Stone, give 'em hell"
Fell out with some n***as, I still wish 'em well

[Verse 2]
You know the streets watchin'
You know they eavesdroppin'
They can keep plottin', I'm gon' keep rockin'
I got my money right and I got my team poppin'
N***a you ain't up on these, I'm on the East shoppin'
It be the ones preying on you that be praying for you
They can't remain loyal, then they ain't for you
I got trust issues, they don't love you like they say they love you
Or fuck with you like they said they fuck with you, it's real
I could smell the hate from a mile away (Away)
I could see a snake from a mile away (Away)
I can tell if you fake from a mile away
Or if you two-faced from the look on your face
Shit get real
[Chorus]
30 on me, if they searchin' I can't go
I ain't just anybody
Takin' shortcuts gets you cut short
Still outlastin', outcast like [?]
Cut some people off, even though it cut the most
You ain't know I been up, n***a, you ain't check the score?
I'm out here with my chin up, steppin' on these ten toes
I know my crody Nipsey in heaven like 'Stone, give 'em hell"
Fell out with some n***as, I still wish 'em well

[Outro]
(I still wish 'em well)