And this is for my D-Boys, D-Coys, D-Stroy, D-Noid, D-Boys
Pockets full of bread, watchin' for the feds
Got it full of lead, don't make us pop you in the head
Because we runnin' on the highway, pushin' them thangs

With the chick givin' pranks, and this on the bang
Pocket full of bread, watchin' for the feds
Got it full of lead, don't make us pop you in the head
Because we runnin' on the highway, pushin' them thangs

With the chick givin' pranks, and this on the bang
Pocket full of bread, watchin' for the feds
Got it full of lead, don't make us pop you in the head
Because we runnin' on the highway, pushin' them thangs

With the chick givin' pranks, and this on the bang
When they knock on who's there, but it ain't no joke
Gonna correct the night at all or you ain't gon' smoke
I got boulders, bricks stacked up like a mason

Bakin' bread like a bakery, I'm bakin' with no soda
Soda block in half, in half the time
It took yo' ass to grind, I'm a mastermind
Look around and tell me what you see

I see fifty butterheads with they checks waitin' on me
Thirty for the grandpa, three for the 80
The peanut butter brittle got the sizzles goin' crazy
And sizzle when it blaze and ring bells in his ear

A-A-One, hey son, make the rocks melt
Clear, the docs yell, clear
He's tryin' to bring his post back, I think it's over for him
But I'm tryin' to sell him more crap, I don't think he broke yet

Oh my God, I think I need a Ouija board
I'm tryin' to bring his ghost back, come on
Pocket full of bread, watchin' for the feds
Got it full of lead, don't make us pop you in the head

Because we runnin' on the highway, pushin' them thangs
With the chick givin' pranks, and this on the bang
Pocket full of bread, watchin' for the feds
Got it full of lead, don't make us pop you in the head

Because we runnin' on the highway, pushin' them thangs
With the chick givin' pranks, and this on the bang
Loads, gettin' loads of loads, when y'all get it by the slice
Y'all been hustlin' for days, most wanna be set for life

Said the sky's my limit, and we stay on higher highs
Y'all scared of 5-0, lookin' for troopers in the bikes
Federal agencies, sergeants and the captains
Lots of artists rappin' in the lines, my doors blow

Known for makin' it happen, said I'm smoother than satin
And my tools been bashin' websites, copyrights
Got publishers and patents, cuz we all wanna be flyin' in the lab
We up here like Madden, hope that the pigs gon' hear my Latin

Can't help but spit fire from the home of the dragons
Bands got large, so we copped a bigger wagon
Still pushin', though we got enough cheese to put the gas in
Really catch me locked up with the madman, watched up half-baked

My future brightens, glad y'all always will, it always has been
A bookmark, but affiliated with snow, like Aspen
The grandma, we only hang with hoes and assassins
Y'all wanna get some dough, then hurry up and hop your ass in

Roll up the troll, hit the E-way, get the bashin
Get a load of barbecues, buffets, and we be bashin
Lil' D-Boy, what our emphasis is, we gon' be clashin
Pretty good at mathmin', they say the money tall, so let's bring the cash in

Yeah, we got a pocket full of bread, watchin' for the feds
Got it full of lead, don't make us pop you in the head
Because we runnin' on the highway
Pushin' new things, tickin' brains

With the dicks on the bank
Pocket full of bread, watchin' for the feds
Got it full of lead, don't make us pop you in the head
Because we runnin' on the highway

Pushin' new things, with the tickin' brains
With the dicks on the bank
If y'all mad hoes, I got mad gnomes
Yeah, I'm a dyin' mole, they tryin' to die at home

Miss the daylight savings, and I'ma die like it's the shadows
So I'ma save my mad gold and crazy shit that I'm on
International funds, gettin' money from different time zones
Ask Colorado or T. Lociano, yes, it's Ramo

Signed myself on bills for Lowe's to go and sign on
I love it so graciously, I got to get my grind on
Tell you right now, I'm not even down with the school
Most would say that I was cool, but rude, we're not in the mood

Like Tim Collins, most of the time I spend with the two
To the spot, makin' it do what it do
I leave it to do what it does
So I'ma be movin' the drug, hope it's improving the luck

I clocked on full with the scrubs, missin' summer schools when I'm dubs
But now it's thirties enough, we puttin' birdies in trucks
Shoes never dirty a scuff, and these pimps tryin' to hurt me a buck
Stop spittin' that food, I heard it needed to suck

Put it in a vacuum, with a sleazy water dirty maid outfit
In the cheap motel, the bathroom, till next July, since last June
Told all my fans I'd be back soon, just a blast tune
I know the stats soon as we pass June, like I asked Doom

All look at the last fool, bags around her eyes like raccoons
So I act like that fool, so my heart can't
Pockets full of bread, watchin' for the feds
Got it full of lead, don't make us pop you in the head

Because we runnin' on the highway
Pushin' them thangs, with a chick givin' brains
With the fists on the bangs
Pockets full of bread, watchin' for the feds

Got it full of lead, don't make us pop you in the head
Because we runnin' on the highway
Pushin' them thangs, with a chick givin' brains
With the fists on the bangs