Boss Ya Life UP!!!
Free Roc!
Blowin Loud in the Benz, Crispy Quis get it in
White Meek when it be snowin, look like I’m blendin in.
Why you hatin? We just rappin for Detroit, Michigan
But you better quit talkin reckless before I fuck yo bitch again.
Only finest touch my skin, nigga!
I’m a baller, I spent too much on this ice, if you ain’t hatin, you oughtta.
Cause my diamonds is water, and all my verses be fire
I’m the shit, I’m who a couple young niggas admire!
Cuz I den came up, a nigga doin so good!
Fell off and bounced back, just like I knew that I would!
7 MILE IS MY HOOD!
Rich niggas: the team.
Last night, I fucked a bitch because she thought I was Bling
California king mattress, at the loft. I’m a boss.
I let bitches buy me things cause dick this good could cost you
You boys lost, you gettin blew out like Ralph Rollie
Doughboyz Cashout, the mob, the one and only!
