The Price

I said the price of the fame got a price on my head

This is for my homies doing life in the feds

I keep that dope money in the bed

I got that 4-10 by my head

I said the price of the fame got a price on my head

This is for my homies doing life in the feds

I keep that dope money in the bed

I got that 4-10 by my head

2010 Shit, global green Benz kit

Tom Ford shades on, my strap will make men sit

I got a habit for that sour and them big arms

Them fucking rats got the trap like pig farms

My life is too fast, I wish they moved in slow motion

Haters wanna see me ashy with no Peri lotion

But I'm heavy smoking, in the G4

I made enough money, but I need more

The art of war, keep your enemies close

Keep your friends far away, keep your strap in your coat

And my shooters run around like a mansion coat

You wanna dance with the devil, cold barrels on your throat

I said the price of the fame got a price on my head

This is for my homies doing life in the feds

I keep that dope money in the bed

I got that 4-10 by my head

I said the price of the fame got a price on my head

This is for my homies doing life in the feds

I keep that dope money in the bed

I got that 4-10 by my head

Call the coroner, his body ain't corresponding

Recession Jack boys eating any nigga shining

Bin Laden cape make the whole street run

Let off and look like a t-shirt gun

Cocaine gang bang hoes deep throat

You ain't got that thing then you Usain Bolt

Now you wonder why my heart cold

I'm crying over Darian Albert with my blunt rolled

Little homie tell me what our future look like

Can you tell me what a shooter look like?

Everybody screaming Obama

But every hood that I go to it's more drama

I said the price of the fame got a price on my head

This is for my homies doing life in the feds

I keep that dope money in the bed

I got that 4-10 by my head

I said the price of the fame got a price on my head

This is for my homies doing life in the feds

I keep that dope money in the bed

I got that 4-10 by my head