See, I was trippin` through the city with a big ol` pistol
Trickin` off these ni**az in the Range, rental
I was smokin`, drinkin`, end up kinda tipsy
Lookin` through my rear view, they followin` me

I wonder why the f**k are they followin` me
I seem them ni**az creepin` two cars behind me
You`ll never catch me slippin`, just me and my piece
You must be smokin` if you think I`ma call the police

I`m a beast, still got a crease
Still got my Converse thumpin` down the concrete
Black and blue Bugatti
This is Strong Arm robbery, you can`t deny me

My garage, a mirage, a collage of chrome
I look alive with the nine when I leave my home
Been on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome
This is grown man business, recognize the tone

If I don`t recognize the number, won`t answer my phone
Rockin` every area code, still stay in my zone
I don`t play no f**kin` games now, bitch, I`m grown
Now I crack your f**kin` neck to the s**t I`m on, yeah

Six-four, chromed out, ragtop rollin`
Get your weight up `cause X can`t stop rollin`
Ni**az thought it was over but X came back rollin`
I got my own sack to roll, so I`m rollin`

Yeah, my release bang through the streets
We hang like orangutans, mangle the beat
Ni**az hatin`, gravitatin` to the lies that they tell
My reality takin` over where that fiction fail

What the hell, might as well show the cards I`m holdin`
Sweet taste, aromatic, backwood rollin`
Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the strut kit
My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what the f**k, bitch?

Boomerang my change, I rearrange some thangs
My slang, click, bang and expose they brains
Then I pray, “Our Father who art in Heaven”
Got people jumpin` out the buildin` like 9/11

Malcolm X to the Z, landin` on them like Plymouth Rock
You get knocked out, get socked in your f**kin` mouth
Now e`rybody know the business, you want it, come get it
But if you rollin`, throw it up, let me know that you with it

Six-four, chromed out, ragtop rollin`
Get your weight up `cause X can`t stop rollin`
Ni**az thought it was over but X came back rollin`
I got my own sack to roll, so I`m rollin`

Six-four, chromed out, ragtop rollin`
Get your weight up `cause X can`t stop rollin`
Ni**az thought it was over but X came back rollin`
I got my own sack to roll, so I`m rollin`

Yeah, I repeat my name over beats
I binge on the finer things, you cringe in defeat
Escalation, elevation to another plateau
Sometimes it take a few steps back to mentally grow

Here we go, what you know? Campaign in motion
Straight West Coast and West worldwide rollin`
Got that Aston Martin DV9 equipped with a stash box
In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot

Strip down my frame, repave my lane
Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane
Don`t complain when the chamber slide back and bang
Make it taste like s**t when you sayin` my name

It`s the Golden State heavyweight, holdin` the belt
`Cause I`m a one man army, I don`t need no help
This is a pistol, I use to protect myself
Careful these hammerhead hollow points
Is bad for your health, my nia

Six-four, chromed out, ragtop rollin`
Get your weight up `cause X can`t stop rollin`
Ni**az thought it was over but X came back rollin`
I got my own sack to roll, so I`m rollin`

Six-four, chromed out, ragtop rollin`
Get your weight up `cause X can`t stop rollin`
Ni**az thought it was over but X came back rollin`
I got my own sack to roll, so I`m rollin`

See, I was trippin` through the city with a big ol` pistol
Trickin` off these ni**az in the Range, rental
I was smokin`, drinkin`, end up kinda tipsy
Lookin` through my rear view, they followin` me

I wonder why the f**k are they followin` me
I seem them ni**az creepin` two cars behind me
You`ll never catch me slippin`, just me and my piece
You must be smokin` if you think I`ma call the police