[00:07.78]Paupa got beats making history, on God!
[00:09.92]Young b***h, Glock on me with my chains o
[00:11.82]I could never switch up on my day ones
[00:14.02]You can't name one b***h that I changed on
[00:16.33]I been gettin' to the bag all day long
[00:18.75]I came from poverty, straight out the mud
[00:20.64]My b*****s ride for me, yeah we some thugs
[00:22.89]They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs
[00:25.16]It's animosity, they show no love
[00:27.51]Big bag, i been getting to the money
[00:29.76]I know b*****s out here really wish I bumm
[00:32.16]Glock twenty-three, tucked by the tummy
[00:34.41]**** it back
[00:34.95]Pull the trigger b***h please don't be a dumm
[00:36.75]We gon' ride around his block and let them shots off
[00:38.50]If we catch a op slippin' let them Glocks off
[00:40.79]All my b*****s official and y'all be knock off
[00:43.05]B***h we do this in loving memory of Popoff, uh
[00:46.09]I been gettin' to the bag, put on for my section
[00:48.35]I can't really trust a soul so I keep a weapon
[00:50.63]Got Balenciaga's on my feet every time I step in
[00:52.93]Two fingers with a thumb, you know what I'm reppin'
[00:55.21]Young b***h and I gotta get my bang o
[00:57.39]Keep a Glock every time I got my chains on
[00:59.64]Big choppa enemigos we gon' rain on
[01:02.01]Young b***h I'm just tryna put the gang o
[01:04.28]Young b***h, Glock on me with my chains o
[01:06.52]I could never switch up on my day ones
[01:08.82]You can't name one b***h that I changed on
[01:11.12]I been gettin' to the bag all day long
[01:13.40]I came from poverty, straight out the mud
[01:15.40]My b*****s ride for me, yeah we some thugs
[01:17.61]They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs
[01:20.00]It's animosity, they show no love
[01:22.39]Oouuah
[01:23.17]Decades, decades, I been in it for decades (Decades)
[01:24.95]Methane, propane, ninety-one oct-in-ane
[01:27.04]Niggas, niggas comin' outta the gih-name (Gih-name)
[01:29.56]Magazine that's the street I clih-zame
[01:31.84]Some of my comrades doin' it big,
[01:32.75]Some of my comrades doin' it small
[01:33.75]Me personally, I sell music and alcohol
[01:35.93]They call me E-40 I'm not a phony (Not a phony)
[01:38.09]The soil love me like fried bologna (Fried bologna)
[01:40.38]I'm havin' my cheese and grits
[01:41.82]With my prawns and my fried fish
[01:42.80]Back in the glory days, I used to sell hella bricks
[01:45.12]Then I went to hibernation and took a vacation
[01:47.10]How many years ago?
[01:47.65]Thirty plus years ago, statute of limitations
[01:50.11]When I was flea-flickin',
[01:50.86]I was servin' the other side (For real?)
[01:51.90]But they didn't even know, just me and my guys (The Hills)
[01:54.46]The other side can be anywhere in your city (Anywhere)
[01:56.37]When there was a drought I was breakin' down zippies (Onions)
[01:59.08]Biatch!
[01:59.65]Young b***h, Glock on me with my chains o
[02:01.44]I could never switch up on my day ones
[02:03.77]You can't name one b***h that I changed on
[02:06.03]I been gettin' to the bag all day long
[02:08.37]I came from poverty, straight out the mud
[02:10.39]My b*****s ride for me, yeah we some thugs
[02:12.63]They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs
[02:14.88]It's animosity, they show no love
[02:17.41]

Paupa got beats making history, on God!
Young b***h, Glock on me with my chains o
I could never switch up on my day ones
You can't name one b***h that I changed on
I been gettin' to the bag all day long
I came from poverty, straight out the mud
My b*****s ride for me, yeah we some thugs
They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs
It's animosity, they show no love
Big bag, i been getting to the money
I know b*****s out here really wish I bumm
Glock twenty-three, tucked by the tummy
**** it back
Pull the trigger b***h please don't be a dumm
We gon' ride around his block and let them shots off
If we catch a op slippin' let them Glocks off
All my b*****s official and y'all be knock off
B***h we do this in loving memory of Popoff, uh
I been gettin' to the bag, put on for my section
I can't really trust a soul so I keep a weapon
Got Balenciaga's on my feet every time I step in
Two fingers with a thumb, you know what I'm reppin'
Young b***h and I gotta get my bang o
Keep a Glock every time I got my chains on
Big choppa enemigos we gon' rain on
Young b***h I'm just tryna put the gang o
Young b***h, Glock on me with my chains o
I could never switch up on my day ones
You can't name one b***h that I changed on
I been gettin' to the bag all day long
I came from poverty, straight out the mud
My b*****s ride for me, yeah we some thugs
They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs
It's animosity, they show no love
Oouuah
Decades, decades, I been in it for decades (Decades)
Methane, propane, ninety-one oct-in-ane
Niggas, niggas comin' outta the gih-name (Gih-name)
Magazine that's the street I clih-zame
Some of my comrades doin' it big,
Some of my comrades doin' it small
Me personally, I sell music and alcohol
They call me E-40 I'm not a phony (Not a phony)
The soil love me like fried bologna (Fried bologna)
I'm havin' my cheese and grits
With my prawns and my fried fish
Back in the glory days, I used to sell hella bricks
Then I went to hibernation and took a vacation
How many years ago?
Thirty plus years ago, statute of limitations
When I was flea-flickin',
I was servin' the other side (For real?)
But they didn't even know, just me and my guys (The Hills)
The other side can be anywhere in your city (Anywhere)
When there was a drought I was breakin' down zippies (Onions)
Biatch!
Young b***h, Glock on me with my chains o
I could never switch up on my day ones
You can't name one b***h that I changed on
I been gettin' to the bag all day long
I came from poverty, straight out the mud
My b*****s ride for me, yeah we some thugs
They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs
It's animosity, they show no love