Yea, serious      Aiyyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die   It's in the blood till the death, now aim for the sky   My fo' blow for sure, for dough, for own land      It's money, drugs, and hot slugs   [Incomprehensible]   Money, drugs and hot slugs   Street scholar keep firing is what they tell me   Money, drugs and hot slugs, R O C   Money, drugs and hot slugs   You know, know, know, know, you know Bleek      Niggas said I can't do, it's funny I done it   The album is here, now who the fuck want it?   I let niggas eat now I'm here to collect   I admit they tried but they ain't rep correct      Now the dinner table's set and it's my time to eat   Don't even wipe your mouth, get up, be out   Don't let the cars fool you or the jewelry blind you   My life's the realest nigga I should write me a novel      This for them broads that'll hold me down   And my niggas on the internet that download my style   And my dog in line in at Chow   Just bangin' with his Walkman playin' me loud      And the nigga with that plate   Choppin' them grams, him and his man   Listening to music that they understand   And that white boy goin' to college   He don't know about the ghetto but know how to hold metal      Them white boys, they'll shoot shit up   They can listen to this shit, I don't give two fucks   But back to it, sippin' on that Cognac fluid   In the Porsche, burnin' the conduit      This is ride music, get the high music   That M dot, hot supply music   That's the answer, life's like cancer   I thought I told y'all niggas I'm serious      It's money, drugs, it's money, drugs   It's money, drugs and hot slugs, you know Bleek