(feat. Mr. 3-2, Clay Doe) 



[Hook:] 

We been all around the world, and it's all the same 

See these niggaz ain't changed, and the game is strange 

(get off your ass, too early to lay it down 

We on a mission for big heads, and y'all can't hold us down) 



[Mike D:] 

These niggaz don't want the riches, these niggaz want the bitches 

Wide bodies with switches, platinum pieces that glisten 

My paper rowdy to start, man I been on the grind 

Sacrificing and paying dues, to shine and get mine 

From the dope game to the rap game, from the rap game to the dope game 

Street niggaz feel our pain, we grave diggers for the fame 

From rocks to blocks, and duct taping 'em up 

Dragging boys out they boots, on that big head hunt 

It was all in the making, a young youth with loot 

Street smart plus heart, migrated to the booth 

Had to put my boogie down, with them ducks and pounds 

Wrapped up and compressed, to distract them bloodhounds 

As time evolved, I kept my 40 for squealers 

Kept them young broads kneeling, as my paper hit the ceiling 

This game we're revealing baby, is sold out to' 

Taking trips around the world, serving raw by the load cause I been 



[Hook x2] 



[Clay Doe:] 

I been all around this world, and nothing changed 

Gold diggers looking for niggaz, with ghetto fame 

Boys aiming, to impress these hoes 

While gorillas they bout scrilla, masterplanning all my X and O's 

Scratching and core it, I'm all out for it 

I can't ignore it, so I'ma stack it I'ma store it 

Til' it's millionaire status, in a millionaire's palace 

Niggaz wrists and chests, fifty plus karats 

Lifestyles of the rich and lavish 

Bumps and bruises got me dropping off, out here trying to manage the damage 

Keep me scrambling and rambling, from H-Town to Dallas 

Texas G's, and no we won't panic 

I know it's hard, for you foreigners to understand it 

Respect is demanded, or boys getting knocked off with the cannon 

I went, on a quest around this planet 

For the scrilla and got it, everywhere that I landed 



[Hook x2] 



[Mr. 3-2:] 

I been all around the world, and it's all the same 

People struggle and hustle, but you gotta maintain 

From Texas to Maine, it's the same in every hood 

Gotta get up off your ass, to make shit all good 

Riding leather and wood, cause boys don't like that 

Tilting my dob hat, on a mission for my stacks 

Haters trying to hold you back, and keep a playa down 

But S.S.P. shine forever, Screwed Up underground 

How you like us now, we worldwide and legit 

Ghetto dreams came true, cause it's money over a bitch 

3-2 will never switch, just cause my paper get long 

Cause you can't take it, with you when you gone 

From swangas and two prone, to sitting on twinkies 

Brick homes and bank accounts, with iced out piece watch and pinkies 

This game done got janky, so I'm heated all times 

On a grind, all around the world getting mine 



[Hook x2] 



[singing:] 

Get off your ass, oooh and stack your cash 

It's too early, it's too early to lay it down 

Oh yeah-yeah, ooh yeah-yeah-yeah 

Oooh yeah, oh