$500 Ounces

Yeah, yeah, Kane train
 Uh, mic check, check
 Yeah, mic check, check
 Uh, yeah, yeah, mic check, check
 Yeah, uh, mic check, check
 Yeah, uh, nigga, check, check
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 It's been a long time since I tasted
 Workin' that hot plate, cookin' in my homeboy basement
 And Lambo knocked the coke off the table, that nigga waste it
 I showed him the new straps
 The AK with the green laser (bing, bing, bing)
 I'm on some street shit, my baby mama tweet shit to stir up my haters
 I'm like, "Why she wanna stick me for my paper?"
 But fuck it, that's life
 It's what you make it, one day you gon' meet your maker
 Kobe died, I swear a nigga might cry when I watch the Lakers, damn
 All our mamas would watch us, boy, we was neighbors
 But how you look a nigga mom in the face when you shot her baby? (Bow)
 I got skeletons in my closet, right next to Balenciaga
 Call me Fred DiBiase, garage is a million dollars, my nogga
 Yeah, it's just the way that God be plannin' shit
 I drop a load, I take a load off, that's load management
 And last lap, I dropped the ho off and bagged a Spanish bitch
 Pulled out the dick, she snort the coke off, I'm livin' lavishly
 Yeah, Kane, huh
 Bitch nigga, you know what it is, baby, yeah
 Told you from the go
 Told you from the get go
 You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta go
 Uh, ain't no Ls on my jacket
 The MAC-11 hit your melon and crack it (crack it)
 Ain't no pads for that in that medicine cabinet (no)
 Can't mess with whatever's in that gelatin tablet (fuck that)
 Ten metal fragments can flip your skeleton backwards (flip 'em)
 All you seen after that was blackness (mm)
 This ain't no backpack shit, he slangs half a brick
 Bitch, you need to ease back a bit, the trench has cactus pins (ow)
 The seats in the Benz Lenny Kravitz skin
 Don't get your cabbage split (tan shit)
 It don't matter what establishment
 We in it (we gettin' shipped the fuck out)
 Always get the biggest chicken wing
 You don't get to eat on one onion ring
 At least a hundred Jesus links underneath the mink
 Yellow Bugatti look like a bumblebee
 Compressor on the front to muffle the heat
 The submachine gun
 It come with the beam amongst other things that's unseen
 To run with me
 You need sunscreen cream, see I'm covered in bling (bling)
 Motherfucker, ain't no shade
 Even under the trees where monkeys swing (ah-ah-ah)
 The marijuana money green, I'm runnin' the company like a drug ring
 Livin' comfortably off of gut instinct
 That fell upon me once I was done with the streets (uh)
 You still scheme in public, P, let me bring you up to speed
 You get your wig spun like a tumbleweed in Belize
 I get on the beat and bleed (bleed)
 Sacrifice of livin' and bein' to please deities
 Them were VVs, flood the big Nefertiti piece (A yo)
 I had the rust .45, I had the MAC, too (boom, boom, boom, I had the MAC too, brr)
 You hang with a rat, you a rat, too (you's a rat, too)
 We used to chip in on the big, bag it up, that's my rent
 You take a shift, I take a shift, the feds come, raise my kids
 Take my phone, keep the licks goin', never bust a brick open (ah)
 12-12 baggers was baggin', flaggin'
 Rick Owens over pots, hand me some ice, he left the fridge open
 I'm tryna see my kids grow up, y'all niggas' ribs showin'
 God made light
 Dolce Gabbana on my A-like day and night (day and night)
 My young niggas'll take your life (boom, boom, ah, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
 East side niggas'll never change (they'll never change)
 Brick come through and spill your brains (brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brr)