Saturday Night Special

Gold thangs on a bar of soap

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Eastside

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ladada-dada, dada, dada

Uh, yeah

And that Rolls Royce float

Clean, like I put a set of gold things on a bar of soap

What's in every bar? Another motivational quote

While these ****** going through phases

I never mutated or deviated from the life or mission statement

This is preservation of the vibe

Never let them forget the time

Well they say you was a rapper

You fasho had to know how to rhyme

I keep my passport close, 'cause it eases my mind

(eases my mind)

It's a shame what they did to it

Now the rap just don't go that same route

When they take rawness away, just

Just they make it too pretty

I'm feelin' trapped on this revolvin' land mine

That could blow at any minute

Saturday night special with one bullet in the chamber

And six cylnders spinnin'

Russian Roulette, the American Dream could be your death

Or it could be everything

It's M.O.B. everything

Back in '03 had Gucci seats, I put Gs on everything

Made matrimony with this game

I got c*****e when it rains

Them ****** taxin' for the nina

They want like ten and some change

I got my tears and my pain

I got my b***s and my girl

And I ain't breakin' that s**t for a ***** or *****

That s**t is absurd

I'm controversial with these verbs

Like Christopher Wallace with words

Felix Mitchell with birds

Malcolm X with the perm

*****

Freddie Gibbs; I heard the name, but I didn't know

Like, I didn't know how good he was

It was after the photoshoot

After I had already shook hands with him and met him

I told him this when I seen him again, too, out in LA

I was like, yo, I was like, yo, I ain't even know, like, you really good

Yeah

***** hit my line said she wanna go eat and drink and smoke and s**t

(Goofy *****)

Before I hung up, I said call me when you want some ****

(Want some ****)

I'll never go broke in this game

I'll charge it on a ***** (Charge it on a *****)

So, my family and my kids will never want for s**t

Stuck in a cell with no windows but I got a pot to piss

Smokin' that **** on a daily

****** up the probation, I gotta go drop some piss

Hope in a truck, and I throw on that Twista

Adrenaline Rush on some mobster s**t

Even when ****** was broke

We made it look rich, *****, I'ma optimist

My presence'll **** up your confidence

Freaky b*****s, I'm they confidant

Trappin' out of muh ****** rappers, slappin' these Poppadoc

RZA with the zippers, official men chop it off the block

Once I made an M, I ain't give a **** if I popped or not

And I can't swim, a ***** ain't never had dreams of coppin' yachts

But I kowabunga, servin' that ***** at a thousand knots

Rest in peace to Ruck, tell Jesus I need a billion bucks

Goon with the balloon, ain't no helium, but I sealed him up

Feel the rush