Yeah, I'd like to welcome everybody that came   I know that I woke y'all up early this mornin', but shit is real   I needed all y'all to come down   So we can talk about these things that's going on man   It's gettin' real      Escobar, reportoire, that's my man   Blowin' up how we expand   Stack grands up, pack vans up, with wild cats   Bustin' live gats   Claimin' that you yellin' at me, now how's that   In the bridge hangin' wit the thug menaces   Images of mad loot, and beatin' sentences   Now we livin' large, remininscin' flippin' on prison guards   Jumpin' in and out of different cars   On a weekly, Benz or Mitsubishi   Got the flip phone in the strip zone   Satellite dish, 50 inch with the Knicks on   Everyday it's real in my life, you live in sitcoms   Real Dons, bustin' out this hustlin' game with the name   See it lights, bitch get it right   Scorsese, Capo, black Mercedes   Miami in back, with the crack, the late 80's   Brown Timbs, and thousands   Now we on to some real doe   How does it feel to count a mil?   What you bug?   Throw a party and show love   To the same cats after your stacks who throw slugs