Yeah, I'd like to welcome everybody that came I know that I woke y'all up early this morning, but shit is real I needed all y'all to come down So we can talk about these things that's going on, man It's gettin' real Escobar repertoire, that's my man Blowin' up, how we expand Stack grands up, pack vans up with wild cats Bustin' loud gats Claimin' that you iller than me, now how's that? In the bridge hangin' with the thugs menaces Images of mad loot and beating sentences Now we livin' large reminiscin' flippin' on prison guards Jumpin' in and out of different cars On a weekly, Benz or Mitsubishi Got the flip phone and the scripts on Satellite dish, 50 inch with the Knicks on Every day, it's real in my life, you live a sitcom Real dons, bustin' out this hustlin' game with the name See it in lights, bitch get it right Scorsese, capo, black Mercedes Miami in back with the crack, the late '80s Brown Timbs and thousands Now we on to some real dough How does it feel to count a mill'? What you above? Throw a party and show love To the same cats after your stacks who throw slugs