I came up off some mafia shit

All I wanted was to cop a brick

Once I copped a brick

All I did was stack my chips

I came up off some mafia shit

All I wanted was to cop a brick

Once I copped a brick

All I did was stack my chips

A square brick, heavily wrapped up

You tapped in, still staying strapped up

You stacked up so your team had to stay down

In your town, they all gonna break them down

Making rounds on the mound, hit a home run If they come, you're laced up, ready to run

With a gun on your side, toss it out the whip With a brick in a pot, cooking up some zips

Now your chips straight, time to elevate

Erase your records, seal and navigate

Another day of life in paradise

The price you paid risk you took

Now you're living right

You thought twice about jumping

Back in the game

You switch lanes, still getting financial gains

Never tripped of fame, just my last name

On the wall in the hall with Cartier frames

I came up off some mafia shit

All I wanted was to cop a brick

Once I copped a brick

All I did was stack my chips

I came up off some mafia shit

All I wanted was to cop a brick

Once I copped a brick

All I did was stack my chips

I ain't got no respect for a dead beat

I grew up on Sundale & Pardee Street

They say a man ain't a man

If he ain't spend time with the fam

I'm a Tran till I die in the grave to the sky

Well behaved dollar signs in my eyes

Cross my line, I will kill family over scrill

A hundred mil in my will when I go

Until then I'ma send more lows for dividends

Setting trends Golden Gate, West Coast

Toast up champagne with the gang

Maintain your cool don't be a fool

Fetti be the tool be ready to pull strings

Paid in full

I came up off some mafia shit

All I wanted was to cop a brick

Once I copped a brick

All I did was stack my chips

I came up off some mafia shit

All I wanted was to cop a brick

Once I copped a brick

All I did was stack my chips