His Story Lyrics:
Porche Carrera horses like Pegesus
Knew I was hustlin before but it was never this
Cuz now I sit back witta rubber banded thick stack
Diversified the interest investin all the kickback
I had on navy blue Armani when I meant the broker
I moved my hustle into daytime respect to Oprah
I'm like a phoenix from the ash wearin heated wings
And cruise the same streets I conquered and defeated kings
I was bred to be a boss and allude the reaper
Emptied pockets on the block praise who ever's deeper
Shoulda knew the game was cyanide but I swallowed hard
20thou a day but still I should've followed God
But where was God at
And my Christian lovin heart at
Because the need to own the city was the only thing I fought at
I still remember pourin acid in a plaster bucket
To keep the yaina from the cops so whatever fuck it!!

Verse 2
Rope the money rope the money Rope the money stream
Wash the money , buy some land and keep the money clean
Granted. Done tasted every wine on half the planet
I'm still Goliath in the hood. Try to overstand it
I tried to mingle wit the ballers and the law colliders
I peeped haters and the way they tried to ostracize us
Fuckem I'm a commodity without the smoochin
A real gee can move a powder ki without the shootin
I showed the streets that I could eat, without recoupin
I grew tall, She can suck it all without the stoopin
Taught my puppies how to bite and grew crazy richer
I keep the whole hood in AWw like a baby picture
My name is heavy I can feel t when hear the wind
I gotta loyal CPA to tell me where to spend
You're a minor I've been runnin wit some major men
You gon fail if you let the gutta cage ya in

Noble Drew tried to tell me but I barely hear it
Farrakhan smashed the corporate and you niggas fear it
I'm a an Old Moorish National I own the water
I transported bricks of yaina like. I Owned the border
Stash boxes in the van witta loaded toast
And bullets raining out to anyone who owed the gross
It had to be that. A debt could end ya nickel keepin
So I don't hestitate to leave a niggas nipples leakin
The rules are mine I enforce
So I'm standin on em
Everybody's tough until you pull that cannon on em
Then they wad up wit all the shit they brought up
Realizin. Blood can make a crazy nigga hard up
Well Imma nocturnal pyscho I keep a boner
Life's a bitch until you cop the lastest features on her
It aint rap its the pain in the beat I'm pluckin
It aint a raised thermostat its the heat Im tuckin

I'm takin you everything you got bitch and leavn nothing
And mash the pedals in the M3 cheeba puffin