14 KI's

Hey, bitch, come here
Yeah (Now this shit here-)
Uh (You out your motherfuckin' mind? Come here)

The MAC in the Burberry trenches (Brr)
Free all the real rights that's servin' a sentence (Salute)
Yeah, I emerge from the trenches
It was crack that I served from the benches
Got a bird and I rinsed it (Came with a bag)
Now I'm swervin' in Benzes (Hah)
Thirty-aught-sixes
I could murk you from distance (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I keep my gun in perfect condition
Machine get dirty like Ben Wallace
Puttin' in work for the Pistons, right
Louis kicks Virgil-made, shits is purple suede (Hah)
Killa Cam Purple Haze while we was servin' yay (Cap)
Fire comin' out it when we burn the Ks (Brr)
We winnin' like the Cowboys back in the Michael Irving days (Hah)
Yeah, got out of jail and my fur was beige (Cap)
Actin' like you did it, quit it, you did 30 days (Hahahaha)
Pussy, I body beats and I murder the stage
Let you niggas slide and make ChineGun turn in his grave

I'm gettin' money like I'm supposed to be
I ain't want your ho
That bitch chose me (I mean, you know the rules of the game)
I came a long way from Doat Street
When it's time to shoot, I don't get cold feet
This the life that we chose, get the white, hit the road
Get it right through the toll, right? (Yeah)
Get the white, hit the road (Look)
Get it right through the toll (Yeah)
This the life that we chose, right? (Look)

Shit ain't a game, nigga, use caution
Rapper come to my city
Young nigga gon' try to take his jewels off him (Run that)
Gettin' money, that's what I do often (Hah)
I get treated like I'm the big
Ticket when I'm movin' through Boston (Hah)
They prayin' on my downfall, want me to lose fortune (Cap)
Few bands, the Christian Loubs costin'
White girls tell me my dick is too awesome (Hahahaha)
I said don't cross the line and you crossed it
Now I want smoke, I'm through talkin' (What's poppin')
Nigga, La Ferrari, I'm through walkin' (Hah)
My compadres shoot carbons (Brr)
Nigga, bodies gon' drop when they through sparkin'
Now your mama gotta sell dinners just to get you a coffin (Hahahaha)
Balenciaga drip with my exotic bitch (Uh-huh)
I put the play together and I got us rich (I got a bag)
I feel like Rico when he got at Mitch
Oh, that's fourteen birds? That's a lot of bricks, bitch (Hah)

I'm gettin' money like I'm supposed to be
I ain't want your ho
That bitch chose me (Now we can settle this like you got some class)
I came a long way from Doat Street
When it's time to shoot
I don't get cold feet (Or we can get into some gangsta shit)
This the life that we chose, get the white, hit the road
Get it right through the toll, right? (Yeah)
Get the white, hit the road, get it right through the toll
This the life that we chose, right? (Right)

You ain't no pimp, you a rest haven for hoes
You're a car thief, a car thief
The one you got out there is probably hot as a firecracker right now
Fuck out of here, fake-ass, hustlin'-ass niggas
You tryna act like you niggas gettin' money
You niggas out here fuckin' with
Nine ounces and 18 ounces, nigga
Get the fuck out of here, nigga
Yeah, I should know, man, I ain't in the game, nigga
But if I was in the game, nigga, I'd be a goddamn two-ton nigga
Fuck is you talkin' about, nigga?
You niggas don't know no goddamn trials, nigga, never
Fuck is you talkin' about, nigga?