Let’s take em back to 0-6, back when a nigga was hope-less
Back when a nigga was focused, making packs disappear Hocus Pocus
I was second in command, to the boss-man
Used like a puppet, while he did the Waka Flocka “No Hands”

I’m a TRO-JAN soldier built for war, wrap it up ma fucka I’m here to score

Let’s go! Back to the party scene
Let’s go! Back to the money dreams
I was running through everything, while I had a queen at home, was the king on the throne
Ask the streets who the fuck I was, ask them hoes that was showing love

Everywhere I went spanish girls getting bent
Screaming DiNero everywhere I went
I couldn’t help who I had became
I wasn’t ready for the street fame
Better yet the mainstream, but I want the damn cream
I still gotta dick, fantasizing every damn thing

Now shit ain’t changed
Gotta new name, but it’s still the same
I just opened up the frame, rearranged the game
Now I’m in a range, with a crazy aim

I bowl no strikes, in my crazy lane
Scream thug life, on my claim to fame
All about Gouda, spit crazy flames
Hustle like 40, all gravy train

I’m a beast from the east, with a flow like a crease
Straight to the point, all owned nothin’ leased
Please, haters, talk is cheap
Don’t say my name, unless ya pockets deep, capeche

HOOK

I ain’t do it for the money, I ain’t do it for the fame
I ain’t do it for the honeys, that’s all on my name
I just did it for my niggas, that’s living through me
B.I.G., Pac, G-Dep, Pimp C

Real recognize real, it’s a chosen few
I am where I am, because of you
And, for that I give thanks, I’m built like a Tank
No Limit on dranks, now let’s break the bank

Student to the Blueprint, Thank you Hov
Endless amount of pussy, thank the hoes
Everytime I perform, I bank off shows
Kody on the drums, I got the flows

Just throw me a beat, like CP3
I’m a throw the shit down, like Griffin’ B
Put my life on beats, and I live that life
I ain’t gotta lie, these niggas trife

See me in the streets, ain’t nothing changed
Like Pusha T, My Name Is My Name
I use to move weight, now I move people
Comparisons none, won’t ever find an equal

Maybe my brother, from the same damn mother
Fam in the cold, I’m just working on the covers
Hell in a cell, I know ya pain
Just keep ya head high and rebuild ya reign

Until you home, I’m a sail this ship
It’s Money-4-Life, till it’s over with
Even if I could, I’ll never call it quits
Not a day goes by, I don’t think of it

Just when I think, I can take a seat
I lose the floor underneath, and can hardly think
But, I land on my feet, no matter what
That’s why my attitude is still, I don’t give a fuck!