One fifty-five at the jeweller, two hundred miles on the dash
Cherish everything I have (yeah), it could go in a flash
I don't even wanna go re-up
But really, what choice do I have?

I know that they hate when they see us
But really, what choice do they have?
I worked hard for my shit, yeah, yeah
They can't even [?] at the fact that I'm rich

Jump in the wagon (skrrt), shit, I tell 'em: I don't even rap for the kids
AP on me, that's the platinum ting
Been couple years, I've been back in the gym
I got this anger within

It's mad 'cause they all on some gangster shit
Huh, it's mad, everybody's a rat and a snitch
Drifted away, now I'm back on my shit
Diamonds and baddies, I'm back on my shit

Still in a tracky, I'm back on my shit
Link by the [?], I'm back on my shit
I'm back on my shit
Back on my shit

Huh, they talkin' 'bout [?], backin' ain't shit
Trappin' and aimin', his stackin' ain't shit, I'm turnt
My plug, he don't ask me no questions, for real, 'cause he knows I pull up in [?]
Algerian baddie, I'm smashin' on it

Tell her to hold all the cash in the whip
Championship, uh
I'm winning, I won
[?] I'm thinkin' a couple of kilo's, I would've just ran through a ton

My name, they can't drag through the mud
My name, they can't drag through the mud
I'm still hood, I've been real from the jump

One fifty-five at the jeweller, two hundred miles on the dash
I cherish everything I have, it can go in a flash
I don't even wanna go re-up
But really, what choice do I have?

I know that they hate when they see us
But really, what choice do they have?
I worked hard for my shit, yeah, yeah
They can't even [?] at the fact that I'm rich

Jump in the wagon (skrrt), shit, I tell 'em: I don't even rap for the kids
AP on me, that's the platinum ting
Been couple years, I've been back in the gym
I got this anger within

Hunch, yeah