I drive up and down Harlem blocksIced out watch Knots in my socksCops think I'm selling rocksPulling me over to see if I'm drunk But I'm soberThey wouldn't fuck with me if I drove a NovaListen Columbo you're mad because your money come slowAnd what you make in a year I make in one showNow you wanna frisk me and search my rideCall me all kinda names try to hurt my prideYou're just mad cause I'm a young cat, pockets dumb fatTalkin' bout: Where the gun at?I been there and done thatI'm through with that illegal life, I'm stayin legitI love to see cars come cruisin' bye and playin' my shitI walk around with six thou' without a pist-ol, my whole cliques wildI'm rich pal, no more sticks I'm makin hits nowI drink Cristal, I'm through breakin' lawsI don't sell coke anymore, I do toursSo get that flashlight out of my faceTo bring me down them Jakes'll do whatever it takesWord up them federals got my phone and my house tappedPraying that I fall for the mouse trap, I doubt thatWhy do I end up in so much shit?I done came way too far to be callin' it quitsJake wanna lock me up, even though I'm legitThey can't stand to see a young brother pockets get thick