Where we at?
Got more 3-1-3 links than a figaro chain
'Cause since the tender age of ten, I been in the dope game
Touchin' grown man money, ran away from the crib
Caught my first sale charge when vans raided the spig'
Had to learn the harder way, but it made me a man
Pistol on the kitchen table, razor blade in my hand
MC Hammer with the soda, I was makin' it dance
Damn near cut my finger off when I was shavin' them yams
Now every year my semi make four hundred eighty-eight K
While lately, I been MIA., no Babyface Ray
I'm from the concrete, I make it flood tsunamis
Ten years ago, shit, I feel like I could've fucked Ashanti
Why niggas wanna catch me sleepin', set me up and rob me?
Back in my ghetto, I was schemin' up a fuckin' Ponzi
If them niggas ain't gang, keep 'em the fuck from 'round me
Pull up all black, butter leather, something like the Fonzie
I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me
And I can count my sins out in all cash money
I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me
Loyal to the finish, vault cluttered and my stash junky
I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me
And I ain't gotta max out like my last bunkie
I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me
Boy, you ain't a menace, just another faggot-ass Chauncy
Rippin' and runnin', all these bricks gettin' fronted
Too many fumes in this room got me sick to my stomach
Jays lookin' all surprised, all this for a hundred
Work white as a golf ball, I could kick it or punt it
Tip it or bunt it, dump it off, hit it or touch it
Quick to turn a softball to a Chicken McNugget
Still in the rubbish where my niggas really be thuggin'
Niggas ain't killin' nothin', these young niggas killin' for nothin'
Got a switch with a button if you reppin' 227
Ten times outta nine he ain't gon' snitch if you press him
Catch him diggin' through the crates, I got a vintage collection
All of they shit soundin' alike, I got a different selection
Six-three, brown eyes, fair-skinned in complexion
Mirror image of God, I was made in his reflection
Owe a couple niggas' bullets to the face with the FN
Don't let me find out you pussies had to pay for protection
I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me
And I can count my sins out in all cash money
I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me
Loyal to the finish, vault cluttered and my stash junky
I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me
And I ain't gotta max out like my last bunkie
I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me
Boy, you ain't a menace, just another faggot-ass Chauncy
Alright, gang
I'ma call you around the same time tomorrow, dawg
Alright, you still got some money on the phone, so shit, call me whenever
Alright, in a bit. I love you, boy
I love you too, gang
Of course
Yeah, it's on. One
