Old heads start gettin' jealous
They never broke bread, never fed us
Mislead, old heads never led us
Gettin' bread, old head wouldn't let us
Put the bread on your head like some lettuce
Infrared to his head, told him ketchup
Two steps ahead, old heads thought they left us
Got it out the mud like a refugee
Now I sip mud in the penthouse suite
Rollie plain jane, bust down AP
PJ plane to the SRT
Pull up, Lamb' truck or the Trackhawk Jeep? (Be-be, be-believe, be-believe it)
Hunnid bands in my hands, got them racks on me (Be-be, be-believe, be-believe it)
Sellin' packs lowkey, got the strap on me
I'm the flyest Crip that you ever gon' see