The only thing you do for success, there's no discounts, it's sweat, it's blood, it's tears
There is no discount. You can't get 50% off
There are no shortcuts to success
Stop thinking there are
And stop wanting people to put you somewhere that you didn't earn
Jay dot wit the bullets, they callin' me hurts
These niggas be bitches out wearin' they skirts
Kept speaking on bro, we making new shirts
Ain't hoppin' on planes, been fly like a bird
They thinkin' we broke, I don't know what they heard
Tunnel vision keep green like God's little Earth
Glock came wit a dick you gon die by the girth
Gatling gun on my side might slide like I'm luffy
One piece wit a clip, yeah we filming a movie
Love me a darkskin might grip on her booty
Said he hanging wit rats so we callin' em goofy
Catch him whippin' that fent, he ratatouille
Tape his mouth take em out, we doin' him cruelly
Gavel judging these niggas, out callin' me Judy
Put the beam on the glock since outside look gloomy
Said I'd stick wit the mob, I ain't losing no test
Bitch slob on my knob, yeah she do it the best
I trap out the east but I fuck wit the west
Man lookin' for money I give em a quest
I don't aim for the head then I aim for the chest
His bitch get it too, she get shot in her breast
Fruity opp ass nigga, walk around wit the zest
Glock lay on his teeth, clean his mouth like some crest
Glock lay on his teeth, we ain't using a brush
Start shittin' on niggas, don't even gotta flush
I ain't feelin da sheets put ya man in the Dutch
I don't even get high, boy ya man really huff
I ain't feeling the sprite put the Trish in the crush
Got a uptown shawty she makin' me blush
I'm chasin' that bag but ain't much in a rush
Put drank in the freezer to give it a slush
I don't slack when I'm chasin' success, step back thirty on me like I'm Steph
In the kitchen I cook like a chef, blow the K like a whistle ain't playin' no ref
Iron on me im gettin' em dressed check in around us or we baggin' the guest
Ask who Jank I tell em im next been twenty-four hours ain't even get rest
Grab the mic I said I ain't gettin' no rest
Syko Mob I tell them we do it the best
Sent him straight to the stars ain't poppin' no bars clean his block ain't leavin' a mess
Shit easy so no we not playin' no chess
Bring the pain to his brain not givin' em stress
Get tight wit the Mob like corn on the cob we up my niggas is blessed
Gatling gun on my side might slide like I'm luffy
One piece wit a clip, yeah we filming a movie
Love me a darkskin might grip on her booty
Said he hanging wit rats so we callin' em goofy
Catch him whippin' that fent, he ratatouille
Tape his mouth take em out, we doin' him cruelly
Gavel judging these niggas, out callin' me Judy
Put the beam on the glock since outside look gloomy
Outside lookin' gloomy
They ratatouille
uh, S.B.T., Syk Mob
Bitch