I drive up and down Harlem blocks

Iced out watch Knots in my socks

Cops think I'm selling rocks

Pulling me over to see if I'm drunk But I'm sober

They wouldn't fuck with me if I drove a Nova

Listen Columbo you're mad because your money come slow

And what you make in a year I make in one show

Now you wanna frisk me and search my ride

Call me all kinda names try to hurt my pride

You're just mad cause I'm a young cat, pockets dumb fat

Talkin' bout: Where the gun at?

I been there and done that

I'm through with that illegal life, I'm stayin legit

I love to see cars come cruisin' bye and playin' my shit

I walk around with six thou' without a pist-ol, my whole cliques wild

I'm rich pal, no more sticks I'm makin hits now

I drink Cristal, I'm through breakin' laws

I don't sell coke anymore, I do tours

So get that flashlight out of my face

To bring me down them Jakes'll do whatever it takes

Word up them federals got my phone and my house tapped

Praying that I fall for the mouse trap, I doubt that

Why do I end up in so much shit?

I done came way too far to be callin' it quits

Jake wanna lock me up, even though I'm legit

They can't stand to see a young brother pockets get thick