Rest in peace, Big Mello, we gon' miss you, nigga   Man, I done lost so many homies, I need tissue nigga   Taking million dolla pictures, me and all of my niggaz   In three years, I plan to have stacks like Jigga      Aw naw, hell, naw, man, y'all done up and done it   We chiefing like everyday, smoking bluebonic, chronic   I did it, I done it, this rap beef, you know who won it   I'm five million worldwide, I got mo' money      Europe paid me eighty G's for a hour show   And any nigga would be a damn fool, not to go   You rap about Amsterdam, nigga, I really been   And over there, you could get ten blunts for ten      I smoke over and over again, God, forgive me   'Cause I'm a young thug with tattoos in my skin   Four hundred thousand dolla Benz with my name on my rims   And when I pull up, hoes be like, I know that's him      Sometime I flip in a cream Caddy, sometimes I flip in a Fleet wood   You know the one with the platinum skin   And the chrome spinning shoes, that fill the feet good   Might slide in my Dodge Intrepid   Or the limousine tint over 83's and fresh meat      Guaranteed to squeeze when enemies test me   I'ma empty the clip and reload again   Ain't got no gal, ain't got no friends   Only thing I give a damn about is my ends      I wish [unverified] was alive   So I could watch him make another Dub again   I'm mad at the world, fuck love again   'Cause my so called partnas think I'm cappin'      Bitch, I've earned the right to live the good life   Y'all know how long I've been rappin'      We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue   That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw   I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don   And all we do is get money   (Where I'm from)      We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue   That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw   I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don   And all we do is get money   (Where I'm from)      You know, I'm thinking of a master plan   I got chrome fans on my promotional van   I'm the new Liberraci, look at how this shit got me   I fuck with D-Block and the Dipset posse      My spinners don't stop, y'all rappers don't shop   'Cause your jeweler told me, you be wearing fake rocks   And if I catch you in my hood, homie, you can't leave   'Cause I do niggaz like Fabolous, man, they can't breathe      I got a trick up my sleeve, don't ever pick up my weed   And I don't tell my hoes bye, I fuck 'em, get up and leave   And when I pass by the laws, I gotta switch up my speed   'Cause my spider on the highway, doin' 153      We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue   That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw   I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don   And all we do is get money   (Where I'm from)      We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue   That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw   I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don   And all we do is get money   (Where I'm from)      Every morning I wake up and give my praises to God   Just for letting me see another sunrise   'Cause sometime, making it through the night is hard   Livin' in a place where cheering kills, cheering and police be the civilian      Lord, I've been callin' you so long, I wonder if you even hear me   Even though I can call a whole heap a burdens   I know there's a bunch of blessings as well   I remember when I had to sleep on benches   Straight rob motherfuckers and leap over fences      In a single bound, I wish my mama could see me now   Ain't no detectives tryin' to see me now   With no rival gangs trying to beat me down   It's MTV and BET now and ain't no mo' regular weed   Ain't nothing but the best herb      With a grandaddy size cup of codeine   Straight eight over ice, nigga, yes, sir   I'm leaning like I need a V8, representin' for the 3rd Coast   Look, respect the South and we gon' see straight, see straight      We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue   That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw   I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don   And all we do is get money   (Where I'm from)      We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue   That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw   I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don   And all we do is get money   (Where I'm from)