I was out plottin, batman robin
Pops was in jail, I was out Poppin
I was with the homies, u was with your bitch.
You was thinking love, I was thinkin rich.
Everything got took, flatscreens, notebooks even paintings,
I was a artist in the making.
Used choppers, jewearly box, loafers made by prada.
At the pawn shop like what you got I needed all of that.
Grind to shine to greedy that's how it had to be.
If I aint know you, to me you was just another robbery.
Uh, clubs in the fat head
And if the neighbors saw us we go ghost like pac man.
