Gold medals, them my role models

Rollin' old models, lowered old schools

Flowin' cold and goin' gold follows

Flower bearin', call it petals to the floor

Power sharin', call it devils to the door

Power, power, 'til ain't no devils anymore

Flower, flowers, they be droppin' at the feet of my sun

Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum

And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum

It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer

All bitch dope tip, wasn't trappin' with no niggas

Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures

Her influence fully automatic, crackin' off the Richter, yeah

Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside

She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied

Told me, out here in the streets, she ain't have no competition

And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description

With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here's my proposition:

You just write a bunch of raps for me and I'ma go and spit 'em

Then we take 'em to the radio, the DJ better spin 'em

Then we take 'em to the record store and sell a couple million"



I already got the money, already got the bitches

I see these other niggas, I'ma do it how they did it

From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper

Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen



Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats

Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin' for the streets

Said it might take 'bout a month, she said it better take a week

Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat

Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don't gotta do it twice

But I need a lil' more info on exactly what I write

Some details 'bout a female, 'bout your life and what you like"

She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I'm just like my life"

Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin'

Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it

She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid

Now we runnin' from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach

She was hangin' out the window with that thumper she was dumpin'

Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin'

We was swervin', jumped the curb

And ditched the whip and started runnin'

Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall

So we ducked behind a bush and that's how we got overlooked

I was shook and breathin' hard

And she was sittin' there smokin' kush

Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"

And then we looked up and a light came down

And pulled us to a ship, like, "What the f**k?"