Intro Video (MV)

Yeah (yeah)
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout right there ('bout right there)
That's right (you recordin'?)
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
How you feelin', Juice? (Great)
I feel amazin'
You know what I'm sayin'?
I gotta just tell 'em, you know what I'm sayin'
This shit like a movie (this shit like a movie)
You niggas sit on Instagram, we make the movies, you know?
My life for you niggas entertainment, you know what I'm sayin'?
We ran up millions, man, we did this shit (we did this shit)
Let's go (let's go)

My lifestyle get crazy, I'm papered up like the eighties
Pistols on my top shooters while we shop out in Vegas
Platinum credit cards on me, platinum watch, blue faces
Still got that shoebox hid in my grandma basement
I sold crack to relatives, I had to start from the basics
Just don't take it over God, that's when you makin' those statements
Know we live by the code, rock the finest of clothes
Versace, war paper at my mansion matchin' my robe
Stayed at the Waldorf for a whole week, it cost me a roll
Security got to give me a card before you come on my flow
Twenty-three hundred for the pants I'm wearin', ain't even take a pic
These niggas braggin' 'bout ten thousand, man, I spent that on kicks
I got a watch for every day of the week, it's hard tryna pick
I also watch for niggas in the circle who be thinkin' they slick
They know you tryna move with grace, but they'll make you suit up
Seen niggas turn into snakes 'cause they ain't makin' enough
My life a movie and I'm the author and I ain't makin' this up
Came through my block in every whip you can name
From foreign cars to the trucks
Pull up in a quarter M and park it right in the trap
Type of respect the streets show me, it ain't come from just rap
My mama know her son a gansta, I left the house, ain't come back
First time I got into some smoke, my daddy brought me a strap
Next time I got into some smoke, ain't gon' lie, a nigga got wacked
And the time after that, and the time after that
Been in the streets full time, but now I'm stayin' out the way
Get more excitement from my son when I'm just watchin' him play
Eighty inches on my wall, my peoples watchin' the game
My uncle see me and be surprised we came from blocks to the K
My auntie died, shootin' in her arm and her leg, she couldn't find a vein
Uncle Rock gon' steal some shit, but I still love him the same
Stood on the block with Scotty Rock, my nigga gave me the game
Paid for his funeral when he died, I've seen his family pain
Diamonds on my neck, they cover scars from the game
Rollie on my bitch wrist, that's from the time she ain't change
Move the gang, yeah, with me, so they can wake up inspired
Bring my niggas around the world and help 'em get on they job
Get them millions from the label, and we gon' blow it and smile
Free my niggas in them cages, hate they blew it in trial
This street shit done broke me off so bad, I threw in the towel
They killin' all the rappers now, I might just get me a job

We gon' have to be involved or be around for people to even have money
We gon' have to-, we gon' have to do more than talk
We gon' have to do more than listen
We gon' have to give y'all more to learn
We gon' have to start practicin' and that's very hard
We gon' have to learnin' and you learn through practice
We gon' have to start makin' mistakes and you learn through makin' mistakes
We gotta start gettin' out there with the people
And a lot of times, we think we better than the people
But that's the ignorance of it and that's criminal
Thank you-