Lyrics

Intro:
Aye man you gotta break out the deuce and a quarter for this man, no lie. Running on straight leaded gasoline. Get your butter whipped. Grow some of them pork chop side burns. Throw on the platform shoes with the fishtanks. You see where I’m going with this. C’mon

Chorus:
Theres a difference between richness and wealth
Respect the game and make a name for yourself.
Walk amongst kings run elbows with the best of em
Shake hands and show love with the rest of em.

1st verse:
No diddoubt time to pop idout
Hop out the showell, just laid the fit out
The epitome of legitimacy
If it's True, than it’s true, instant validity
So don't expect the pressure to stop
I pull up you feel the temperature drop
Superfly, The Mack, Black Caesar & Dolemite
Iceberg Slim, I'm them sho ya right
Coin toss my cologne selector
Heads for oud wood, tails for ombre leather
Your outcome’s dependent on your income
If you ain't got none I suggest you get some
When it comes to the birdbrains and doofuses
I give zero fucks and two shits
Educate, elevate then you maintain
Wash, rinse, repeat same thang
Bending blocks armor all on the white walls
Can't let your nuts hang if you're wearing tight drawers
The champion on the ladder while I clip the net
Oh boy! Hey ma, let's dip the set!

Chorus:

2nd Verse:
I walk through the valley of the Kings
Used to be in the alley serving fiends
I knew this one chic who ran to Cali chasing dreams
She’s been married so many times, it’s hard to tally up the rings
Fresh Bally’s looking clean, product of the crack era
A few years after Chicago had a Black mayor
CDs replaced cassettes and 8 track players
Used to spit my shit on the block, now I’m a track slayer
Been around the world, ain’t nothing you can show me
Can’t lil bro me cuz I’m something like a OG
Keep it on the low key, cuz mostly
When chics be getting nosey, they be asking you if you know me
Always been a man of my word, so you can quote me
And when I stand on business I don’t bend like a broke knee
Catch me by myself, but we used to roll 4 deep
In the Escalade of some 24s, Kobe
Ice in the Rollie, catching flights to Nairobi
Front row at the fights, Tyson and Holy
Field you gotta chill I’m rolling dice with the homies
But when I get home she’s tryin to bite something on me. Yeah!

Chorus x2