When he said Graffiti, Marley Marl and Insha'Allah... That had me suspecting he aint write it.
We grew up doing graffiti
Now hollowsheads getting heated
Seated in foreign cars, constantly getting weeded
Proceeded to count profits
I know they got on binoculars
But fuck em all, we ballin' til they come lock us up
Twenty to life; I'm clubbin', blowin' twenty tonight
We the mob, Boby Marley Marlin' all through the night
Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever; that's Insh'Allah
Memoirs of a rich nigga;
Sweat suits, gold chains, old drug dealers
New Benz, chrome rims are for show, killer
You niggas accidental, choppers in back of the limo
Pay your tithes, stay alive, can't be dodging my clique
Cut a check; I use your bitch for some bargaining chips
In a hole, sell your home, nigga don't sell your soul
This forty-five in control
God forgives and I don't