Step into a world full of controlled chaos, i call it my life (its life) a nigga used to eat off narcotics and fake dice (whats the bet) I was a dog runnin after them brake lights (thats my sale), And i got top from crackhead faye twice, (dont tell nobody) Aint no shame in my formative years, bottom shelf beers, shoplifting em (get the mickeys)Back when, Savage would grab em and just walk out with em (just walk out with em) Shit advanced to Polo bubble coats, we just walk out with em (just walk out with em) if security tried to stop us sometimes we fought with em (gave em the beats) Other times, _we played magician, got missing (pyoooon), til we learned how not to raise suspicion, like reptilians I’ll make marvel movies out the next villain (im stan lee), super juice can get u capped in america, for the next million (pow) Thats the attitude i carried, see the remnants in my demeanor (u can see it) its like ptsd from memories of iwo jima, (i cant forget) Feel the radiation off mushrooms like hiroshima (u feel that), a kid shot before homeroom in the gym, next to the bleachers (blaw) Hook: When it was on i never brought my day ones with me (i rolled dolo/never), i only brought all of my guns wit me (thats all i brought/all 3) and we dont settle for buck fifties, (we aint settling/**** that) My units want g’s (stacks/bug paper)Took banks to the top of NY for yay, and came back like who want 50’s (who want it) Verse 2 I used to bag whole pounds into dimes (every gram), two at a time (just me), back when they was two point fives (waaaaaaay back) Then i Met a plug, i aint care about where he was from or where he reside (iont wanna know shit), i only cared about his pages saying where and what time (point blank) See my mind is all business, my heart’s all go get it (go get it), product of my environment watchin the hardest go get it (my OG’s) I emerged from the lions den, with a warrior’s spirit (warrior), and a King Joffe Joffer fur to go with it (i walk on roses), They say the lion would get fat if he aint have to hunt (say what?), thats why the crib smell like i aint left the trap in half a month (whats that smell) And got yo bitch wakin up like nigga pass the blunt (roll ya own), if u did it, u aint happyve to front (not at all) I should have learned my lesson the first time i consigned an eighth (i aint get it), thank god i got it by the time we i was buyin weight (thank god) when Niggas land on thin ice, they gon try and skate (figure 8)___and fall through the cracks like ultra violet rays (pop pop pop) Hook: When it was on i never brought my day ones with me, i only brought all of my guns wit me, and we dont settle for buck fifties, My units want g’s, Took banks to the top of NY for yayo, and came back like who want 50’s