[Verse 1: Z-Ro]

When will it ever stop all this hatin and droppin soft

all I'm tryna do is live lavish with millions in my (??)

now from selling crack on the corner I'm tryna do it legal

but I guess there ain't no pleasin my people cause everything I do

feel like somebody tellin me I want suceed

but I'm a millionaire and I owe it all to the hatred I recieved

motherfuckers that use to be down, ain't down no mo'

my true partnas just can't be found no mo'

therefore my motto is 'Fuck Friends', my only dogg is Benjamin Franklin

take him away from me you gon' wind up stankin'

I gotta family to feed so currency's what I need

but the people I break bread with would rather see me bleed

tryna take all of my fortune fuck my fame is forever

and S.U.C I'm a claim it forever and I'm still down with the yella

so fuck all of these bitches and bitch ass fella's

and fuck a 4, it's a MT and a glock 50 foes is jealous



[Chorus: Z-Ro]

Too many niggaz tryna take me off of my game

nigga in the hood didn't live so good now they all wanna jock my fame

now when I'm comin down in my foreign

and I'm rollin one deep that should tell you bout me(S.U.C)

I don't give a damn about none of you hoes

I blast on site cause I ain't trippin no mo'



[Verse 2: Z-Ro]

As soon as my mind's closed it's over and that's that

'cause when they murdered my partner he didn't get to blast back

is that the price to pay just to have nice things?

and it's my life in danger because I have ice mayne

it's ashame can't even sport our jewerly like we wanna

cause everytime we shine them jackers tryna creep up on us

catch pistol case, after pistol case, ridin dirty

Mr.Officer I'm not