Mm, yes sir
Rock n' roll, man roll n' rock
I got tens, got twenty's, got fifty blocks
I got smoke to buy, coke for sale

Sold much coke, got coke in jail
In the white Rolls Royce with my man Pharrell
This lil' ***** got beats too fresh to be stale
But I'ma take you back to the early eighties

When my cousin Stacey had the pearl Mercedes
My aunt cousin Wack had the black on black
Ac' coupe Legend with the gold in the back
I was just a lil' young 'an runnin' wild as hell

Runnin' round wild trynta get that mail
Lil' shorty dudes trynta learn the grooves
I was twelve years old brought it to the school
'Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that ****
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this

But if you feel me, throw your bows up
(Star Track)
Try to set up shop get glowed up
Hey, I'm the candy man, I got mo' than frozen cups
I got your chop top sour diesel roll-ups

Fam, we can roll up
(Star Track)
But Fam, don't try to roll up
(Star Track)
Don't make me pull these mother***kin' fo's up
'Cause it's like that

The fiends is dyin', things is lyin'
Missin' on the streets, so the fiends is still buyin'
Right on time and money on the mind and
On them twenty-fo's, them bit-ches straight shinin'

But y'all *****z don't know 'bout this
Fresh new kicks with the new outfit
Got the all black top with the black on black
You ever see me creepin', just back on back

'Cause I got that pump and it is gon' spit
I ain't no punk and I ain't no snitch
From a place on Earth called Hunters ville
Where people out there got love for real

Got love for all who got love for me
If a coward ever ran then it wasn't me
I'll be on the curb movin' dubs and d's
And if you ever bought a dub then it was for me
I ever get caught then it was to be

I'ma just make bail by my cousin E
Back on the Porsche with the mobile phone
Like eleven in the mornin' them hoes to go home
Trynta score and get this **** off quick
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this

But if you feel me, throw your bows up
(Star Track)
Try to set up shop get glowed up
Hey, I'm the candy man, I got mo' than frozen cups
I got your chop top sour diesel roll-ups

Fam, we can roll up
(Star Track)
But Fam, don't try to roll up
(Star Track)
Don't make me pull these mother***kin' fo's up
'Cause it's like that

Aw ****, this is the part when the fight just start
When the fists get to swingin' and the four-fifths spark
And then the *****es get to runnin' and the ***** just scream
And we spin off in Rolls and it's so damn clean

I stand on my block, the cam on the spot
My hands in my pocket, both hammers is ****ed
Waitin' for a ***** to just act up
My right hand big six, got my bait back up

*****z lookin' all jealous, lookin' mad as hell
Actin' like lil' girls, like tattle-tales
Mad cause my right hand bad as hell
I would've kept shootin' but I had a sale

See, I'm a crime boss three sixty-five
Lookin' for a Nina Ross, she just can ride
Picked up my cash and slide all sweet
***** tried to snatch ***, knocked his heart off beat
***** talk trash like the **** all sweet

Won't cha all take the cash dogg, not off me
Hustlin' is in my veins you cannot stop it
Walkin' on the block with life in my pocket
I'm trynta score and get this **** off quick
You ain't from the ghetto, y'all don't know 'bout this

But if you feel me, throw your bows up
(Star Track)
Try to set up shop get glowed up
Hey, I'm the candy man, I got mo' than frozen cups
I got your chop top sour diesel roll-ups

Fam, we can roll up
(Star Track)
But Fam, don't try to roll up
(Star Track)
Don't make me pull these mother***kin' fo's up
'Cause it's like that

Aw ****, this is the part when the fight just start
When the fists get to swingin' and the four-fifths spark
And then the *****es get to runnin' and the ***** just scream
And we spin off in Rolls and it's so damn clean